“Connor also called you a dog,” I say with a crinkled nose. “Do you think I’m the cat to your dog or am I like a squirrel?” “How’d we get to this place?” he asks like this is the stupidest ‘fucking’ conversation. “I’m a hamster, aren’t I?” I stick out my bottom lip. “You’re not a fucking hamster.” He rolls his eyes and runs his hand through his hair. I don’t think he realizes how hot he is when he does that. “You’re a bird.” “A bird.” “Yeah a fucking bird that won’t stop flying or squawking.” “Like an eagle?” “You’re prettier than an eagle.”
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