He let his mouth linger on mine, neither possessively nor sweetly... like his mouth just belonged there on mine. And he was right. It did. It always had.
He let his mouth linger on ...
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Tell me what game Steph Landry and I used to play in the big dirt pile they made while they were digging my family’s pool, back when we were both seven, or I’ll know you’re an alien replacement and you’ve got the real Steph up in your mother ship! I glared at him. G.I. Joe meets Spelunker Barbie, I said. And stop being so ridiculous. We have to go. We’re going to end up at a bad table for lunch.