I've got a nine iron that says otherwise.

So who do you want to be?” I smiled, resting my head against his chest. “I’m not sure yet, but I’m looking forward to finding out.

Any other iron on you?” he asked impatiently. “Just my tongue stud.” His look was a mixture of curiosity and horror. “I’m kidding, you idiot. Let’s go.

I scooted over, patting the bed next to me. "No such luck. And now you get to watch forty straight hours of Easton Heights with me!" He turned on the first disk, shaking his head, then got onto the bed next to me. "Small price to pay for getting to hold your hand." I wasn't cold anymore.

Maybe I shouldn’t mouth off to the elemental I kinda hoped was my future mother-in-law.

Yes, I have a driver's license." I leaned back against the wall, sighing. "Man, that must be so cool." "It ranks right up there with lockers. In fact, sometimes I put my license inside my locker, and it's so cool I worry that the whole thing might explode with the sheer coolness of it all.

Wake up,' a voice like water rippling over rocks whispered in my ear.