He knows how to examine a hug.
She's so cold, but hugging her freezin' skin doesn't bother me. It feels good. The stomach twists begin as I breathe in her hair. Hot damn! This! This is what a hug with a girl should be like. This stuff in my chest goin' crazy and noticin' everything about the person I'm holding.
He wants to prove her wrong.
No. I'm not okay. I got a girl who refuses to believe anyone could fall for her because she's fat, and she refuses to fall for anyone else because she doesn't want to get hurt.
I don't ever want to hurt her. I want to be with her. Hold her and show her she's freakin' wrong.
He tells her she is wrong.
"You are so beautiful. Inside and out. I don't just need you. I crave you. Everything about you. You are the only person I've felt this way about."