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451 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 25, 2022
“i think you’re perfect just as you are. you don’t need to change or hide any part of yourself for someone else, moth.”
“i love every part of you,” i told him. “you’re perfect.”
“god, charlie.” he let out a shaky breath and rested his forehead against mine, fingers trailing down my back to fiddle with the band of my underwear.
“what?” i murmured, tilting my head to kiss his cheek. he shook his head.
“you’re just...” he buried his face in my neck, pressing his lips there. “thank you. i’m sorry i was such an asshole at the beginning.”
i chuckled and threaded my fingers through his hair, damp from a recent shower. “sorry i was so annoying.”
“you weren’t.” his voice was muffled against my neck. “i just hate everyone.” he was silent for a moment, before he croaked, “i don’t hate you.”
“are you sure your pack’s not too heavy? i can carry it.”
i grinned over at moth as i adjusted the straps of my backpack to tug it higher.
“are you gettin’ sweet on me, moth?”
he flushed pink and looked away. “you’re so annoying.”
“i love you, charlie,” he said quietly in his husky voice.
my chest went tight, something inside me clicking into place. finally. “i love you too.”
i grinned as pleasure suffused me. “see? moth, when i look at you, i don’t sit there picking out things that could be perceived as flaws. because they’re not flaws. they’re just a part of you. and i love every part of you. you’re beautiful.”

“See? Moth, when I look at you, I don’t sit there picking out things that could be perceived as flaws. Because they’re not flaws. They’re just a part of you. And I love every part of you. You’re beautiful.”
“When you’re comfortable with me doing it, that is. I guarantee, Moth, I’m going to love every part of you.”
“You’re perfect,” I croaked, forcing myself not to dig my fingers in and hold him tighter. “I want to touch you so much, Moth. If you still want me to.”
At least I knew what it was like to want someone so fiercely it consumed me, and to be wanted back. At least I’d gotten to know someone truly decent, and kind, and compassionate—even if he could be an annoying shithead sometimes. I knew logically that I’d met other nice humans—Ghost, Rig, Cat. Anchor, even though she was stern, and Lilac, despite how weird and closed off he was. But… they weren’t like Charlie. No one else was like Charlie.
When I looked at Moth, I could never decide if I wanted to strangle him or start tearing off his clothes. He was infuriatingly attractive. His face was like a work of art—almost too perfect to be real. Definitely too perfect to be human.
Didn’t stop me wanting to punch it, though.
« Yeah, I was attracted to Moth, even though he was an asshole most of the time and in love with a raider. And I was pretty sure that he was attracted to me too, even just a little.
I was also pretty sure that he hated it. »
He was so beautiful. Way more beautiful than anyone else I’d ever seen.
“Are you gonna come again for me, Moth?”
“I think you’re perfect just as you are.”
❛he was irritatingly attractive. even the back of him was. the wide shoulders and long legs. the sword. why was the sword so hot? he should have looked like a douche.❜
❝i think you’re perfect just as you are. you don’t need to change or hide any part of yourself for someone else, moth.❞
❝are you sure your pack’s not too heavy? i can carry it.❞
… ❝are you gettin’ sweet on me, moth?❞
he flushed pink and looked away. ❝you’re so annoying.❞
❝thank you. i’m sorry i was such an asshole at the beginning.❞
... ❝sorry i was so annoying.❞
❝you weren’t.❞ his voice was muffled against my neck. ❝i just hate everyone.❞ he was silent for a moment, before he croaked, ❝i don’t hate you.❞
moth hating everyone but charlie gives me life 🥺
❝can’t believe i stepped in a fucking chekla nest,❞ he muttered.
i chuckled and glanced over at him. ❝is that what they’re called then?❞
he nodded. ❝why, what do you call them?❞
my face went hot. ❝um… just finger fuckers.❞
there was silence before moth let out a choked sound. ❝finger fuckers?❞
excuse me while i admire my creative king 😌
❝so you got donuts, huh?❞ i teased. ❝are you getting a sweet tooth?❞
he huffed. ❝i got them for you. even though…❞ his cheeks flushed. ❝it’s your money, but… I thought you’d want them.❞
❝… moth, when i look at you, i don’t sit there picking out things that could be perceived as flaws. because they’re not flaws. they’re just a part of you. and i love every part of you. you’re beautiful.❞
❝i love you, charlie,❞ he said quietly in his husky voice.
my chest went tight, something inside me clicking into place. finally. ❝i love you too.❞
❝damn, charlie,❞ rig hollered, shattering the moment. ❝how’d you manage to break the ice queen?❞
… ❝deepthroating,❞ i called back, which made moth give my stomach a weak shove.
❝why does me not talking mean you have to hum the same fucking song for miles?❞ he snapped.
... ❝i can switch it up. hum something else. any requests?❞
❝is silence an option?❞
❝nope,❞ i said cheerfully. ❝either we talk, or i hum. or i can sing?❞
❝no,❞ he barked, then let out an irritable huff.
“I love you too.” I buried my face in his neck, breathing in his scent. “I love you, Moth.”
He let out a weak, relieved chuckle and pressed his mouth into my hair. “Shithead.”
"He was infuriatingly attractive. His face was like a work of art—almost too perfect to be real. Definitely too perfect to be human.
Didn’t stop me wanting to punch it, though."

