"Come on, Claire-Bear," he teased. "Is that any way to talk about the guy who gave you your first kiss?" "That was the result of an unfortunate game of spin the bottle," she shot back, cheeks turning pink, as she glared up at him. "And I've told you a million times to stop calling me that." "It's all a show," Gibsie informed me with a huge grin. "She loves me really." "I really don’t," Claire shot back, flustered now. "I tolerate him because he brings cookies to my house." She turned to me and said, "Gerard's mother owns a bakery in the city. Her cakes are insanely delicious."
