“No. I really like Jameson Burke. He’s my boyfriend.” I hadn’t said that out loud. Boyfriend. Boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend. Jameson. He is my boyfriend and we’re running away. We’re like the nonviolent, non-bank-robbing, traumatized youth version of Bonnie and Clyde…wait…I robbed a safe.
I think you definitely should!! (I think you'll like it,)