The incident with Dawn hadn't been one of my finer moments. I honestly hadn't expected to break any bones when I shoved her into a tree. Still, the incident had given me a dangerous reputation. The story had gained legendary status, and I liked to imagine that it was still being told around campfires late at night. Judging by the look on the girl's face, it was.
Richelle MeadAt the same time, we both pulled back briefly still oh so close. Everything in the word rested on that moment. "We can't..." He told me. "I know," I agreed. Then his mouth was on mine again, and this time I knew there would be no turning back.
Richelle MeadFeminist,โ he said, clearly amused. โNext youโll be telling us you hate men.โ She gave him a blank look. โI only hate stupid men who donโt actually understand what โfeministโ means.โ He laughed. โYou run into a lot of men like that?โ โAll the time.โ โReally?โ โEven as we speak, Nick.โ โOh no she didnโt,โ said Peter. I groaned.
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