He exhaled loudly and raked a hand through the sable brown hair he always kept stylishly messy. "Look, Rose. You donโt have to keep up with the hard-to-get thing. Youโve already got me.
Richelle MeadYou'd give up drinking to go see your dad?" "Well, not permanently," he said. "That'd be ridiculous. But maybe I could switch to something slightly cheaper for a while. Like...slushes. Do you know how much I love those? Cherry, especially.
Richelle MeadOh God. She probably thinks we were off doingโyou knowโromantic type, um, thingsโ
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