QUOTE : You look so tired.” He rubbed at the crease between her brows. “I’ve been worried about you,” he murmured.<br /><br />Mer gasped, slapping his hand away. “You never say that to a thirty-year-old woman, Noah Andelin.”<br /><br />“What? I didn’t say you looked old. I didn’t say you looked ugly. I said you looked tired.”<br /><br />She scowled at him.<br /><br />“Mer, come on. You always look amazing. Even when you’re tired.”<br /><br />“I need specifics, Noah. Or I won’t believe you.”<br /><br />“Every part of you is beautiful. The arch of your foot. Your toes. Even your knees are pretty. Your elbows. Your freaking armpits are pretty. Who has pretty armpits? Nobody.” He pointed at Mercedes. “But you do, Mercedes Lopez. Even your damn armpits are pretty.”<br /><br />She giggled and raised her right arm, peering at her armpit, her sleeveless red sheath leaving them bare to her view. “They are kind of nice,” she agreed.