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When he pulled back his bottolittered like jewels and there was no pretending that I wasn’t pressing up on the tips of et to reach all of hi desperately at his broad shoulders

“If I had to guess what you needed froht nohat do you think that would be?”

I wanted to knee hiroin, but he shifted just in tier, roceries away”

I had a sneaking suspicion “put the groceries aas code for “break into that box of condo run over by him, and I wasn’t sure if I should be thrilled or terrified by it

CHAPTER 7

Bax

I NEVER MET A girl as more stubborn, more complicated, or more fun to rile up than this one She caet her to let me buy her a pair of pants that would actually fit her tiny waist and long-ass legs, but she just gave me a dirty look and wandered off I wasn’t sure if it was because she was mad I wanted to spend blood money on her, or because she was pissed I didn’t like her tomboy look It didn’t really bother ht now, and I felt it was like etting just a peek at what she was covering up with all those ugly, baggy clothes, I kneasn’t right for her to feel like she had to blend into the drab and dreary of all that was the Point

She wandered off to get a little breathing room and I added some plain black pants, a couple T-shirts, and a normal person-sized black sweater to the hoodie, jeans, and package of T-shirts I grabbed forbyto be hanging out in the burbs for the foreseeable future, and she was just going to have to deal withher out of her prickly shell It was fun to watch her wind up so tight she looked like she was going to snap I liked the flush under her freckles and the way her pretty pink reen eyes went almost black, and most of all, I liked ho and untouched she see I did to her, every way I touched her, was a new experience Iton seeister and noticed she was refusing to look at hed a little undera nervous look back and forth between the two of us I wish I had snagged some lacy, frilly underwear to throw into the pile just to set her off, but it was too late as I grabbed the paper bag and followed her out of the store

“What kind of chick doesn’t want to shop?”

She glared at me over her shoulder and tossed that fiery hair to the side Man, I couldn’t wait to get led up in it and buryand twirling around her pale face

“This”—she wagged a finger between her and me—“is already convoluted, scary, and out of control You very wellyou et to take ”

“You don’t have anything, Copper-Top”