Spotlight (Famous, #2)

by Eden Finley

Her mouth is full of cookie, and as she chews, she gives me the biggest smile. It’s so big that crumbs spray out between her teeth. “I can’t take you anywhere.” I reach over and wipe the table. “Why not?” More cookie falls from her mouth. “Because you’re messy.” “But I’m cute.”

Apparently, if I don’t want her to grow up to be a sociopath, I have to let her get bitten by other children.

We stare at each other, and his curious eyes almost have me blurting my sexuality all over him like a unicorn vomiting rainbows.

“If I finish the book without help, I get three more songs.” “Deal.” And that’s how you negotiate with terrorists … I mean children.

“Why does Cash Kingsley think I’m straight when you know I’m not? Like, definitely not.” “Maybe you give off a super-straight vibe?” “Bitch, please.”

Oh God, I have a crush on a dude who was in a boy band. Kill me now.

If he was anyone else besides Kaylee’s nanny, I’d probably crawl into his lap and offer myself up as a snack.

I’m not sure if he pulls me to him or if I take the lead, but his lips feel familiar. Like I’ve kissed him a million times over a hundred lifetimes.

“I know we’ve already covered this, but I really need to be sure. Did you actually die?” I laugh hard. “I did. In a plane crash a few years ago. I’m either a ghost or your imagination. Pick one.”

“Cash and I never did anything outside of the studio. He has the emotional reach of a vibrating dildo.”

“Sweetie, if someone tells you that you should smile, what do you say?” “Give me a reason to.” I turn back to Lyric. “See, I’ve taught her valuable feminist lessons and shit.” “Swear jar,” Kaylee sings. “And then she betrays me like that,” I mutter.

“You can borrow my clothes,” Kaylee says. “Lyric wears Daddy’s clothes all the time. They’re going to get married like us!”