In the office, Michael sat behind our fatherโs desk, clicking away at the computer with his right hand, and making notes with his left. Ambidextrous freak.
Rachel VincentAlec licked his spoon, then set it on the table and popped his drink open. "Okay, I may be breaking some kind of girl bonding rule or something, but can I offer you a guy's perspective on this?" I frowned, my spoon halfway to my mouth. "Is this gonna make me want to hit you?" He shrugged. "Maybe. But it's the truth. Here goes: kissing back is an instinct. Unless the girl smells like a sewer or has tentacles feeling you up independently, a guy's first instinct is to kiss back. That's how it works. What's important is how long that kissing back lasted. So...how long?
Rachel VincentDid he show himself?โ Nash asked, and I glanced to my right to see him staring at my father, as fascinated as I was. My dad nodded. โHe was an arrogant little demon.โ โSo what happened?โ I asked. โI punched him.โ For a moment, we stared at him in silence. โYou punched the reaper?โ I asked, and my hand fell from the strainer onto the edge of the sink. โYeah.โ He chuckled at the memory, and his grin brought out one of my own. I couldnโt remember the last time Iโd seen my father smile. โBroke his nose.
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