“Fuck,” Livy said as she buried her face in her hands. “What? What’s wrong?” She looked at him. Actually, it was more of a scowl. She scowled at him. “I’m in love with you,” Livy snapped. “And it’s your fucking fault.” “Uh...sorry?” “Oh, shut up.” “Well . . . if it makes you feel better, I’m in love with you, too.” “As a matter of fact, it doesn’t make me feel better.”
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Shelly Laurenston,
Bite Me