“Jack,” I say desperately, “you know I’m like … a bitch, right?” He snorts a little. “Sure, Vi, if that means you never give up. Never accept defeat. Never bend just because someone expects you to.” His hand still dances near mine. “If that makes you a bitch, Vi, then fine, I hope you never change. In fact, I hope you change me. I like to think you already have.”
