“Surely you’re not that stupid, Hoffman.” Reed said. “She shouldn’t have to spell it out…” I slowly looked up at Reed, and as he caught my gaze, his hard expression softened. “Violet’s my girlfriend.” My body relaxed into his grasp, and I was so overcome with gratitude I felt like I could kiss him. Again. “You don’t do girlfriends.” Jeremy scoffed. “I do now,” Reed replied.
