“I know.” He smiled again, and then he changed the subject. “I think your friends are angry with me for stealing you.” “They’ll survive.” I could feel their stares boring into my back. “I may not give you back, though,” he said with a wicked glint in his eyes. I gulped. He laughed. “You look worried.” “No,” I said, but, ridiculously, my voice broke. “Surprised, actually… what brought all this on?” “I told you—I got tired of trying to stay away from you. So I’m giving up.” He was still smiling, but his ocher eyes were serious. “Giving up?” I repeated in confusion. “Yes—giving up trying to be
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“Giving up trying to be good” sooooo true!! I get him I do
