“I don’t care what Dashiell Lovett thinks of me.” What. A. Fucking. Joke. Even I laugh my ass off at that. Internally. I haven’t surrendered all self-respect just yet. If I openly admit that I have a crush on the guy to Presley, the charade will be over. I’ll have to acknowledge that I’m just as susceptible to his pretty face as all the other swooning morons who fall down at his feet.
