Or, if you decide you want to sleep at my place, on opposite sides of my bedroom with a Do Not Cross line drawn down the middle, I'll do it. I won't like it, but I'll do it.
Becca FitzpatrickMr. Green Sweater looks normal, but his wingman looks hard-core bad boy,โ said Vee. โEmits a certain donโt-mess-with-me signal. Tell me he doesnโt look like Draculaโs spawn. Tell me Iโm imagining things.
Becca FitzpatrickI study her,โ Patch said. โI figure out what sheโs thinking and feeling. Sheโs not going to come right out and tell me, which is why I have to pay attention. Does she turn her body toward mine? Does she hold my eyes, then look away? Does she bite her lip and play with her hair, the way Nora is doing right now?โ Laughter rose in the room. I dropped my hands to my lap. โSheโs game,โ said Patch, bumping my leg again. Of all things, I blushed.
Becca FitzpatrickThe older woman waiting for admittance looked at me, then over her shoulder at Patch, who was vanishing down the hall. โHoney,โ she told me, โhe looks slippery as soap.
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