Landon's POV:

She's perfect.

She hates the word, but she doesn't understand how I see her. I remember a couple of weeks ago, we'd been lying in bed, and I'd traced my fingers along her stomach and over her breasts. I'd whispered barely loud enough for her to hear that she was the most perfect sight I'd ever seen. She'd laughed before abruptly stopping. She'd sat up then and looked me in the eye with a serious expression on her face.

"You do know I'm flawed, right?" she'd ...