He grinned. โBusted. Iโm a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless โ and shockingly handsome โ alter ego.โ โAnd Iโm on top of it,โ she announced with witty triumph. โIs that a Freudian slip?โ His bluntness caught her off guard. A self-conscious blush rose in her face.
Becca FitzpatrickYou should shower," I said. "Right now." "I smell that bad?" (Patch) Actually, he smelled that good.
Becca FitzpatrickDoes this have anything to do with the unit weโre studying? Because I canโt find anything about desired characteristics of a mate anywhere in our text.
Becca FitzpatrickVee is my un-twin. She's green-eyed, milky blond, and a few pounds over curvy. I'm a smoky-eyed brunette with volumes of curly hair that holds its own against even the best flatiron. And I'm all legs, like a bar stool. But there is an invisible thread the ties us together; both of us swear that tie began long before birth. Both of us swear it will continue to hold for the rest of our lives.
Becca FitzpatrickHey now, none of that. You know I don't have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?
Becca FitzpatrickAnthony raised his red plastic cup to me and shouted something, but it was too hard to hear over the music. โWhat?โ I called back. โYou look great!โ A goofy smile was plastered on his face. โOh boy,โ Vee said. โNot just a pimp, but a smashed pimp.โ โSo maybe heโs a little drunk.โ โDrunk and hoping to corner you alone in a bedroom upstairs.โ Ugh.
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