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374 pages, Paperback
First published September 1, 2012
She doesn't look quite so perfect up close. Her face is a bit too narrow and her chin sharpens to a point.
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She's pretty like a pond full of brown water, beautiful until you look too close.
Fishnet leans against Blake's SUV in a too-short skirt and too-low top. A second girl with round, fake boobs whispers in her ear as they watch Blake approach.
"Right. That's why you ignored me completely and hung out with the stripper sisters."
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"Did your date with the Boobsie Twins fall through?"
"Pardon me for saying so, but you don't seem like his type."
What is that supposed to mean? So I'm not dumb, snobby, or slutty ... Oh.
Joe fills the silence. "See, guys like Blake will always have their minions, stray puppies that follow them around begging for the smallest scrap. (...) See, where I'm from, there's two kinds of girls, the kind you screw and the kind you marry."
He's about to look away, but I grab his arm. "You know Christy, right?"
(...)"Why? Did she say something?"
(...)"Not exactly. Have you ever broken a girl's heart before?" (...)
He's still watching Christy. "What kind of question is that?"
"I don't know. Could you try being more of an asshole?" (...)
"Wait. Are you saying that Christy would like me better if I wasn't so--"
"Nice."
"The heat of his skin comes through his shirt, and the fabric becomes an intolerable intrusion. He helps me pull the shirt over his head, and it’s my turn to gasp. My fingers slide from his neck to his belly button, forging a tentative path along his stomach. “You know you’re kind of beautiful yourself.”"-(ARC, p236)
Still clutching my hair, he pulls it back gently, tilting my head at an angle that invites him in. He brings his lips to mine. Just as our lips touch, a sharp ocean breeze swirls around us, blowing my hair and creating a small electric shock where our lips meet. I laugh, a little startled.
Blake pulls back, his hand still holding my hair. “What was that?”
“Static electricity? The imbalance of positive and negative charges caused by friction? For a guy who plans to be a doctor, you don’t know much about science.”
“You have an answer for everything don’t you?”
“Not this,” I admit. I can’t explain what is happening now. My theory is officially dead. And I don’t even care. I just want him to kiss me again. As if he hears the thought, he does.
“Zap,” I say, my lips moving against his.
He laughs, sending warm vibrations against my mouth. His tongue licks softly against my lips. The hand that holds my hair pulls my head back further, allowing him to move deeper into the kiss, into me. The electricity in the air fills me completely.
Still clutching my hair, he pulls it back gently, tilting my head at an angle that invites him in. He brings his lips to mine. Just as our lips touch, a sharp ocean breeze swirls around us, blowing my hair and creating a small electric shock where our lips meet. I laugh, a little startled.
Blake pulls back, his hand still holding my hair. “What was that?”
“Static electricity? The imbalance of positive and negative charges caused by friction? For a guy who plans to be a doctor, you don’t know much about science.”
“You have an answer for everything don’t you?”
“Not this,” I admit. I can’t explain what is happening now. My theory is officially dead. And I don’t even care. I just want him to kiss me again. As if he hears the thought, he does.
“Zap,” I say, my lips moving against his.
He laughs, sending warm vibrations against my mouth. His tongue licks softly against my lips. The hand that holds my hair pulls my head back further, allowing him to move deeper into the kiss, into me. The electricity in the air fills me completely.