“Of course you’re not perfect in every way, Moo. You can’t talk to girls, or guys, for that matter. Your drawings aren’t perfect yet. You mistook my order recently and your bartending skills could use some work. You also kiss with too much tongue. Trust me, you have space to learn and grow,” Liam explained as Milo flushed at the mention of The Night. “But you’re perfectly imperfect. Those things make you Milo I like.”
Milo lowered his eyes and smiled. His flaws were categorized in his head so he could work on them in the future, but he also couldn’t help feeling lighter than ever. And warmer, much warmer.
“Let’s begin. You’re not getting out of it,” Milo responded before getting up with ease. He laughed as Liam made an offended noise and threw a fist of sand in Milo’s general direction with irritation. He missed.