Since we're keeping it primal, you smell good," he observed. "It's called a shower...," I began automatically, then trailed off. My memory snagged, taken aback by a compelling and forceful sense of undue familiarity. "Soap, shampoo, hot water," I added, almost as an afterthought. "Naked. I know the drill," Jev said, something unreadeble passing over his eyes.
Becca FitzpatrickOr, 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 FitzpatrickYouโre crowding me. I needโ room.โ... What I needed were boundaries. I needed willpower. I needed to be caged up, since yet again I was proving I couldnโt be trusted in Patchโs presence. I should have been bolting for the door, and yet โฆ I wasnโt.
Becca FitzpatrickPatch smiled. โYou come by your red hair naturally?โ I stared at him. โI donโt have red hair.โ โI hate to break it to you, but itโs red. I could light it on fire and it wouldnโt turn any redder.
Becca FitzpatrickI took three steps back; he nudged the door closed with his foot. โYou like Mexican?โ he asked. โIโโ Iโd like to know what youโre doing inside my house! โTacos?โ โTacos?โ I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. โTomatoes, lettuce, cheese.โ โI know what a taco is!
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