No, I call. Come back. I'm here, he says. But I can't see. It's too bright. You can't hold back the light, Gemma. I'm here. Trust me.
Libba BrayWe have work to do if you are not to be a total failure like high-waisted, acid-wash jeans.
Libba BrayIt's only his thumb brushing slowly across the lower edge of my lip, but it's as if time slows and the sweep of that thumb below my mouth takes forever. It is no spell that I know of, but it holds such magic, I can scarcely breath. He pulls his hand away fast, aware of what he's done. But his touch lingers.
Libba BrayYou canโt blame a fella for kissing the prettiest girl in New York, can you, sister?โ Samโs grin was anything but apologetic. Evie brought up her knee quickly and decisively, and he dropped to the floor like a grain sack. โYou canโt blame a girl for her quick reflexes now, can you, pal?
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