Sleep,โ he says. โI'll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you.โ โWith what?โ โMy bare hands, obviously.
Veronica RothSorry, am I being rude?" she asks. "I'm used to saying whatever is on my mind. Mom used to say that politeness is deception in pretty packaging
Veronica RothUriah drops his tray next to me. It is loaded with beef stew and chocolate cake. I stare at the cake pile. โThere was cake?โ I say, looking at my own plate, which is more sensibly stocked than Uriahโs. โYeah, someone just brought it out. Found a couple boxes of the mix in the back and baked it,โ he says. โYou can have a few bites of mine.โ โA few bites? So youโre planning on eating that mountain of cake by yourself?โ โYes.โ He looks confused. โWhy?โ โNever mind.
Veronica RothHe slides his hand over my cheek, one finger anchored behind my ear. Then he tilts his head down and kisses me, sending a warm ache through my body. I wrap my hands around his arm, holding him there as long as I can. When he touches me, the hollowed-out feeling in my chest and stomach is not as noticeable.
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