“Thank you. I know it’s selfish of me to ask you to do that. I know that you will leave me when you realize that we’re not really related.”
“What makes you think that?” Jared questioned confused.
“Well... Look at me! Who would want to date someone like me anyway? I look like a mess, I can’t help but feel dirty whenever I’m around you. I couldn’t stand the thought of touching you ever again...”
“I already told you Rachel. I want to touch you. I want to hold you. I want to kiss you.” I blushed furiously, averting my gaze from his and focusing on my fingers. “You’re not a mess. You’re beautiful.” He murmured softly, pulling me closer to him. “And besides... It doesn’t matter to me whether you’ve got hair or not. Or eyes, or skin color, or whatever. None of that matters. What matters to me
