Bite Me! - You Know I Like It (Spooky Boys #1)

by Fae Quin

Right now, my body composition was almost eighty percent righteous indignation.

Wanting my car to be fixed wouldn’t fix it though, so I did the only thing I knew how to do. Smack, smack, smack. No dice. Predictably, hitting my dashboard did not in fact fix my problem. I hit it again just to be sure.

I was a five-foot-nothing ball of rage. I ran on plant fuel and sarcasm—even dragging a thousand-pound chain of trauma behind me, I still only weighed about five pounds soaking wet. I knew I was about as intimidating as a bug-eyed chihuahua.

“Hi,” I said, because apparently I was both stupid and socially inept. He turned around, gaze meeting mine for the first time that day. “Hi.” Okay. I’d said hi successfully. Now what?

Bad. Down, Blair! We don’t think homophobes are cute!

God, Richard better not sparkle like Edward fucking Cullen or I was going to have to do something drastic. Like burn the city down.

After being banished to the couch to rest, he’d bundled me up with blankets like he thought I had nearly frozen to death, not burned, turning me into a five-foot burrito full of angry goth.

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