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I raised my eyebrow. “Yes, because there’s a book for that shit. Didn’t you know? I saw a Barnes and Noble down the road—why don’t you ask them if they have a copy?”
Another fry came my way. This time, I grabbed it from the sand and threw it back. He caught it in his mouth before he realized that it was covered in sand. He spluttered, putting his box of fish and chips down. I laughed at the way he scraped his tongue with his fingers.
He launched himself at me and I rolled away.
“Brenda! You bitch!”
“Living up to my pet name!” I giggled, kicking my legs when he jumped on top of me and grabbed my wrists.
He pinned them above my head and dropped his face. His eyes searched mine. His lips, quirked to the side, showing his dimple. I yearned to reach up and dipped my finger in that soft dent in his cheek, to feel the sm
