Biggest dream?โ I was proud of this one because I knew it would stump him. It required forethought. โKiss you.โ โThatโs not funny,โ I said, holding his eyes, grateful I didnโt stutter. โNo, but it made you blush.
Becca FitzpatrickYou killed my Dad." Any trace of kindness or sympathy vanished from Rixon's eyes. "Well this is awkward.
Becca FitzpatrickBusted. I'm a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless-and shockingly handsome-alter ego.
Becca FitzpatrickYou sound worked up. Really worked up. No, that's not it. You sound agitated...flustered...aroused." I could feel her eyes widen. "He kissed you, didn't he?" No answer. "He did! I knew it! I've seen the way he looks at you. I knew this was coming. I saw it from a mile away." I didn't want to think about it. "What was it like?" Vee pressed. "A peach kiss? A plum kiss? Or an al-fal-fa kiss?" "What?" "Was it a peck, did mouths part, or was there tongue? Never mind. You don't have to answer that. Patch isn't the kind of guy to deal with preliminaries. There was tongue involved. Guaranteed.
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