I don’t think he realizes just how easily he draws people in, like the smell of cinnamon rolls or, ooh, one of those big sunflowers you can’t help but stop and stare at. And holy freaking shit. I’m his bee! “Hey,” I whisper to him as the master of ceremonies gives his closing speech. “Pst. Joey. Joey-roo. Wanna pollinate me later?” He turns to me slowly. “You know,” I hedge, bouncing my eyebrows. “With your stamen. I’ll do a little”—I wiggle my fingers—“and you’ll give me your sunflower seed.” Alex leans around Joey to stare at me. “Maybe we should discuss our…stamens later?” Joey suggests. I
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