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You're Perfect

Author: Rare Diamond
last update publish date: 2026-03-21 19:30:19

Ethan Oliver Harrison's POV

He pouted his red lips, and his eyes squinted, wrinkling his nose. His hands were on his waist, and he looked wet from playing in the ocean. His long hair was let down, and the wind carried it.

He must have noticed that I was staring because he turned to face me, his brows raised.

“Is something on my face?” He asked curiously and touched his face.

I looked away. “There.” I pointed towards a rundown building.

We were standing on a hill, so we could easily see everywhe
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