Adrian smiled and clasped my hands, taking a few steps toward me. "And as for who you are, youโre the same beautiful, brave, and ridiculously smart caffeinated fighter youโve been since the day I met you.โ Finally, he put โbeautifulโ at the top of his list of adjectives. Not that I should have cared. โSweet talker,โ I scoffed. โYou didnโt know anything about me the first time we met.โ โI knew you were beautiful,โ he said. โI just hoped for the rest.
Richelle MeadRight," I scoffed, "Alpha Yam Ergo." Adrian nodded solemnly. "A very old and prestigious society." "I've never heard of them," said the girl who'd claimed the first shirt. "They don't let many people in," he said. In white paint, he wrote his fake fraternity's initials: AYE. "Isn't that what pirates say?" asked one of the girls. "Well, the Alpha Yams have nautical origins," he explained. To my horror he began painting a pirate skeleton riding a motorcycle. "Oh, no," I groaned. "Not the tattoo." "It's our logo," he said.
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