I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.
Becca FitzpatrickI tended to be more a romantic than a realist, and chose blind faith over cold logic.
Becca FitzpatrickMaybe Scotty the Potty turned into Scotty the Hottie. Have you thought about that?
Becca FitzpatrickI gave a relenting sigh. "Fine! I'll throw on some clothes. Turn around. I'm in my pj's." Pj's that consisted of nothing but a tank top and boy shorts--an image I didn't want to sear into Scott's mind. Scott smiled. "I'm a guy. That's like asking a kid not to glance at the candy counter." Ugh. The dimple in his cheek deepened. And it was not in any way cute... pg 196
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