He tugged one of my damp waves. “Hit me up if you’re not quite ready to sleep. I’ll be around.” Marta and I watched him amble down the corridor, then she shot me a wicked grin. “That boy is lovestruck.” I rolled my eyes. “He isn’t. I barely know him.” “Well, he wants to know you. And have your babies. And take your last name.” I snorted.
