#Chapter413

“You look good Sophs. You always were more beautiful as a blonde. I like this on you, the sweet girl look … It’s more you.” It’s out impulsively, this need in me to verbalize how amazing she looks, standing here, watching me quietly. I don’t care if her boyfriend doesn’t like it. I’ll break his nose if he has a problem with it. If I want to tell her she looks beautiful, then I fucking will, and he gets no say.

She always looks beautiful, even at four a.m. drunk and tear stained in a dress I hate and leaning on me to save her. What I would give...