“Technically…” I say, eyes on his chest. “…this is my room too.” “Yeah?” He sets the photo back on the shelf above me, and before I can turn and snatch it, he clasps my wrists in a tight hold. He stretches my arms behind my back. Oh my God. “Lo,” I warn. “If this is your room, then make me believe it.”
if kindles allowed you to anecdote with pictures, ya'll would be sick of me. HOLY.
