“Mmm-hmmm. As long as I keep staring at my hands then I don’t have to think about plummeting two hundred feet to my death.” “This tower definitely isn’t two hundred feet tall.” “Well, it’s tall enough that my head will crack like a watermelon when it hits the ground.” “Jeez. You really need to work on your romance technique.” I gape at him. “This is supposed to be romantic? Wait, do you have a fetish for girls throwing up on you?”
