“How do you make something so twisted sound kind of sweet?” I mused. “Ever consider the possibility you might be a little twisted too?” I leveled my gaze on him. “Since I met you, I have.” He almost smiled. “I’ll see you Monday.” “Not tomorrow? You’re not going to show up at the grocery store when I’m shopping with my mom or stare at me while I do my homework?”
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