A blush creeps into her cheeks as she tears her gaze away from me. “Sorry for staring.”
Izzy doesn’t need to apologize. And she certainly doesn’t need to be shy. She’s allowed to stare at whatever the hell she wants to whenever the fuck she feels like it. I may be ashamed of some scars on my body, but never the ones I earned protecting her.
Those are an honor.
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