A Pumpkin and a Patch

by Jennifer Peel

“Ms. Peterson.” He gently grabbed my arm, making me feel all sorts of woozy again. What was it with his touch? “Yes?” I could hardly say for my head swirling. He leaned in, close enough that I could practically taste his spearmint breath. “I’m still going to make you like me.” “Good luck with that.” And heaven help me.