“I’m pretty sure you’ve said all of that about me.” “That’s just it.” Baz pokes my chest with the end of my tail. “He’s stealing your whole thing.” “He’s older than I am, so it was his thing first. Maybe I’m the one who stole it. Maybe it was meant to be him all along.” Baz thumps his head against my biceps. “Are we going to argue about Smith Smith-Richards every night in bed?” I grin. Suddenly I’m smiling so big I can hardly see. “What are you laughing at, Snow?” I’m not laughing. I shrug. I squeeze him. He’s solid. I like it.
