I'd tell him, though. Soon. Soonish. Eventually.

Streams of melting snow.

Oh, shut up. He is not saying that he's too good-looking to be friends with girls. But then again, yesterday at the beach, there were a high percentage of beach beauties sitting very close to us and/or sauntering repeatedly past. And he never looked up once. I snort. "You poor handsome thing. If only you were ugly, then girls wouldn't have to throw themselves at you all the time. I could break your perfect nose for you, if it'd make your life easier.

You'll be fine, just some minor burns and hypothermia, which was kind of hard to explain.

What a lovely balance. Lend shows whatever he wants the world to see and you see through whatever the world wants to show you.

You seem to forget that I'm Evie's legal guardian." "And you seem to forget that there's absolutely nothing legal about your guardianship, considering all the documents were forged.

I still had an irrational desire to do an interpretive dance about rainbows, but it was a small price to pay for being healed.