The Underworld Trials of Luna
“’I can’t stop thinking about you!’”
I give a horrified squeal of protest that makes Anton burst out laughing, pulling his hands away from his face to grin at me. “Those were not lines!”
“They were the essence of lines!” Anton says, laughing and shaking his head at me. “Lines from the line book that is handed down from boy to boy the moment he hits puberty –“
I huff, falling back down on the bed and turning to lay on my back, my arms crossed over my chest. “Lines or not, he likes me. And you know it.”