“You really are an angel,” he says. “Why’s that?” “You’re so innocent, Rosie.” I look away, feeling my face heat up. “Stop saying that. It’s not a good thing.” “It is to me,” he says. I turn my head towards him. “It is?” He nods. His eyes don’t leave mine as we stare at each other, lying on our sides on this thin blanket, feeling the gravelly ground beneath us. “How?” I ask. He smirks. “Because it makes me want to corrupt you.”
