“Can’t you stop?” I whisper. “Not when it comes to you.” “Yeah. Blame it on me.” “I blame it on Child Elsa. She made me think of things I never thought about before.” “Like what?” “Like adult stuff. Told you, she was hardcore.” “You’re putting words in my mouth just because I don’t remember.” “Oh, you will remember. I can’t wait to see your expression when you do.” “Dream on, dickhead.”
