Ick Factor (Seasons of Revenge, #4)

by Morgan Elizabeth

“But . . . all of my stuff is clutter. You’re neat and organized and . . . minimalist.” “Your stuff isn’t clutter. It’s life. Bring your life into my place, Kat. It’s been lonely and dead for so long.”

“Wanna play Barbies?” I ask, and his brow furrows. I fight to make my face stay neutral. I’ve been saving this one for almost a week, waiting for the perfect moment. “What?” I lose the battle halfway through the punchline, and my smile breaks through. “You can be Ken, and I can be the box you come in.”