Chapter 89: Tell Me About Your Flaws

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 asked tentatively.

I'd laughed then.

"Tell me about your flaws, angel."

"There are thousands."

I'd chuckled at that.

"Don't laugh, Landon. I'm serious. I'm not being falsely modest. I'm flawed."

"You're human," I'd retorted gently.

"I'm scared."

"Why?" I had asked.

"I'm scared that one day you'll realise I'm not perfect, that I'm not the angel you think I am, and then you'll not want me." Her voice had been that of a timid, unsure child and it had hurt to hear it.