Itโs brown.โ So maybe I had the teeniest, tiniest, most infinitesimal amount of auburn in my hair. I was still a brunette. โItโs the lighting,โ I said. โYeah, maybe itโs the lightbulbs.โ His smile brought up both sides of his mouth, and a dimple surfaced.
Becca Fitzpatrick...I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesnโt hurt to smell good too.
Becca FitzpatrickHeat flushed Chauncey's neck; it took all his energy to curl his hands into two weak fists. He laughed at himself, but there was no humor. He had no idea how, but the boy was inflicting the nausea and weakness inside him. It would not lift until he took the oath. He would say what he had to, but he swore in his heart he would destroy the boy for this humiliation.
Becca Fitzpatrick