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“You can change your mind whenever. No deadline.”
I cannot feel my legs; my teeth are chattering; every time I breathe, my skin feels like it’s been chewed on by a horde of piranhas. And yet, I find the strength to roll my eyes. At least the cranky bitch inside my heart is holding strong.
Ian nods. “How is . . .” He briefly stumbles on the name. “I want to say Melissa?” “Mara. Your cousin’s name is Mara. Keep up, will you?”
An overview of the amenities of the crevasse? It offers very little in terms of nightlife—”
“What? You miss your crevasse? I can take you back if—”
“Is that why you came to rescue me?” I tease. “Because you were thinking about it? Because you have been secretly pining for years?” He meets my eyes squarely. “I don’t know that there was anything secret about that.”
I’m definitely feeling more like myself, because I send them through TSA with a stern “Stop whining” and gentle slaps on their butts.
What the hell, you almost die once and your mental stability gets all fucked up?
