“No,” comes his soft reply. Poor hockey boy is in agony, wanting something he can’t have. And that something is me. Stupid butterflies flutter in my chest. I stomp those bitches down hard and fast. “Okay, Ryan. Here’s the deal. I will sit on this bed with you for exactly fifteen minutes, and I will talk at you, and you will not respond. You are to be trying to fall asleep, understood?” “Yeah, that’s totally cool,” he says, unable to hide the eagerness from his tone. “Don’t get too excited. I’m gonna walk you through my hair routine in excruciating detail. We’re talking hair masks, keratin
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