Adrian suddenly glanced up at me. Our gazes locked, and I felt like he could read my mind. How often did he think about that kiss? And if he really was crazy about me, did he imagine more than just kissing? Did he fantasize about me? What kinds of things did he think about? His lips on my neck? His hand on my leg? And was that leg bare . . . ?
Richelle MeadI donโt know, Sage. You threw yourself in the line of pepper spray for me. You must like me just a little bit.โ โIโ I figured itโd be a shame to ruin your pretty face,โ I stammered.
Richelle MeadTrey scoffed. "Between you and me, Brayden's probably the last guy in the world you have to worry about. I think he's as clueless as you are. If I didn't care about your virtue so much, I'd actually probably give him a lecture on 'how' to try something." -Trey, pg. 70
Richelle MeadWow,โ said Adrian. He sat down on the bed and tested its bounciness, giving it a nod of approval. โThis is amazing. What do you think, buttercup?โ โI have no words,โ I said honestly. He patted the spot beside him. โWant to try it out?
Richelle MeadRose only hangs out with guys and psychopaths," said Mia. "Well," he said cheerfully, "since I'm both a psychopath and a guy, that would explain why we're such good friends.
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