Lucie rolls her eyes and pops her chocolate in her mouth, a smile curling at the corner of her lips. I want to feel the shape of it against my fingertips. I want to bite the edge of it. I’m afraid my crush has slipped into an infatuation. I don’t want to fight it anymore. I don’t think I can. “It’s cute that’s what you think that was,” she whispers back. “Don’t bullshit a bullshitter, Lucie Stone.”
