There's something uncontaminated about her, and I don't even mean sexually or whatever. I mean the way she is, at her core. Like when you wake up and the world has been blanketed by snow overnight, and not a single footstep or tire track has spoiled the untouched perfection of it.
Tammara WebberAlarmed, I realized what my visceral reaction implied: jealousy. Over a guy I barely knew, with whom Iโd exchanged more saliva than sentences.
Tammara WebberI didnโt realize I was frozen in place until a classmate shouldered into me, knocking my heavy backpack from my shoulder. โโScuse me,โ he grumbled, his tone more Get out of the way than Sorry I ran into you. As I bent to retrieve my backpack, praying Kennedy and his fangirl hadnโt seen me, a hand grasped the strap and swung the pack up from the floor. I straightened and looked into clear gray-blue eyes. โChivalry isnโt really dead, you know.
Tammara Webber