He wears an innocent expression on that captivating face of his. Now I wish I’d slapped him harder, even if it risks inciting Erma’s wrath. “I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about.” “It’s my birthday—my eighteenth birthday! I can’t believe you!” “Oh yes,” he says, “of course it is. How could I forget something as important as that?” “I knew it all along!” I jab my index finger into his chest, but it hurts me more than him. “You really do care more about those books of yours than you care about—” He silences my accusation with a chaste kiss. It might have tasted sweet if I weren’t
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*eyeroll*
