“Holy freakin’ crap, Remi! That was so cool!” He brushes his dark locks out of his eyes and snorts. “Thanks. You don’t curse, do you, Preppy?” I push my glasses up but don’t break eye contact. “Oh. Um. No. Not out loud, I guess. My parents have never really tolerated any kind of bad language.” “Side quest. Make Lincoln say fuck.” His eyes twinkle, and I know he’s teasing me. “I won’t.” “Oh, I bet you will. Bet I’ll make you.” His voice is deep and sultry.
