Is everything a joke to you?” I asked. He dabbed his tongue to his lip again. “Not everything.” “Like what?” “You.

Boys like girls who look like...girls.

He was abominable...and the most alluring, tortured soul I'd ever met.

Well, well,” he said. “Five days a week isn’t enough of me? Had to give me an evening, too?

I already know my size. I don't need reminding.

One more secret smile. One more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone I didn't know I was searching for.

I don't go out with strangers," I said. "Good thing I do. I'll pick you up at five.