A different word usually came to my mind when I thought of Yeva, though it did sound a lot like โwitch.
Richelle MeadHey." She said, looking up from an open book propped up on one knee. She brushed a few strands of pale hair out of her face. Her boyfriend, Christian, lay on the floor near her, his head propped up on her other knee. He greeted me by way of a nod. Concidering the antagonism the sometimes flared up between us, that was almost on par with him giving me a bear hug.
Richelle MeadI wonโt lie. Walking into a room and seeing your girlfriend reading a baby-name book can kind of make your heart stop. โIโm no expert,โ I began, choosing my words carefully. โWellโactually, I am. And Iโm pretty sure there are certain things we have to do before you need to be reading that.
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
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