“Look at me,” I demand. He does. “You do have game, alright? I wouldn’t have let you see my tits otherwise.” That earns me a real smile. “But the thing I would say when describing you is how authentic you are. How pure your heart is toward others, and how patient you can be. I mean, you’re teaching someone who crashed into you how to ski.” I stab a finger into his chest. “That’s the kind of man you are, Lincoln.”
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Christina Hill,
Tips Up