Shane seemed to be coming out of his funk because he was smiling when he got a better look at Thistle under the moonlight. “My guardian angel is hot!” Thistle turned to me. The fake smile on her face looked like it was carved out of granite. When I didn’t budge on my earlier proclamation, though, she sighed reluctantly. “Fine, he can come to the magic store.” She turned on her heel and started to head out of the corn maze. I smiled as Shane readily followed us. “Aw, man, you all have asses like super models! Can I watch you in the shower?”
Teenage boys..
