I glared at him. “For the record, if I was going to rebel, I would’ve done it in my teens like a normal person. Furthermore, I never once thought of you and slumming it in the same thought. I want to go out with you because you make me laugh, and you kiss like a prisoner on death row.” He shot me a lopsided grin. “Fine, you don’t have to beg me, Doc. I’ll date you.” “Shut up, Boxer.”
