Colt tends to get all flustered, “you’re not chunky now. You’ve got a great body.” Pink flooded his cheeks. “I mean, you look great to me. Like, you know, just right. You’re not chunk… er… heavy.” He slapped his hand to his forehead. “Please save me from saying anything else.” I liked this book, I loved how caring Colt was.
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