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@@@@@The rest?the hand on my face, the fingers on my arm?I still wasn't sure at all about thoseBut I wanted him to like me, and to think kind things about meWhich is why it was hard to tell him the truth ?You don't really feel that way aboutme, you know,? I whispered She's pretty, isn't she?? He noddedMelanie is a very pretty girl His hand moved to touch my bad cheek, to stroke the rough, scarring skin with gentle fingers?In spite of what I've done to her face Normally, I would have denied that automaticallyReminded him that the wounds on my face weren't his faultBut I was so confused that my head was spinning and I couldn't form a coherent sentence Why should it bother me that he thought Melanie was beautiful? You've got me therey feelings were no clearer to her than they were to me He brushed my hair back from my forehead ?But, pretty as she is, she's a stranger to meShe's not the one I? care about That made me feel betterWhich was even more confusing ?Ian, you don't? Nobody hereseparates us the way they shouldNot you, not Jamie, not Jeb The truth came out in a rush, more heated than I'd meant it to be?Youcouldn't care about me If you could hold me in your hand,me, you would be disgustedYou would throw me to the ground and grind me under your foot His pale forehead creased as his black brows pulled toge