Luckily, she doubles over with laughter, gripping her belly with both arms as if it aches. “Oliver Lynch,” she scolds with mock audacity. Her wink softens her words. “You’ve been picking up some bad habits. Must be that blasphemous girl next door. Terrible influence.” I stuff my hands into my pockets, head ducking briefly before glancing back up at her with only my eyes. “Yes, well…I must admit, I’m rather fond of her.”
THEYRE SO CUTEEEEEE
