Bitten
I sat it on the closes table and grabbed Jillie's hand, pulling her backward.
Once we were walking down the strip again, Jillie slid the other bracelet on my wrist. I looked down at it and laughed.
"No way. I'm not wearing this."
"Why?"
"Because it looks girlie."
"No, it doesn't."
I stopped walking and looked down at it. It was done in intricate designs. It would look like a bunch of lines to the naked eye, but I saw the moon symbol in it—the symbol of the Spanish moon god.
I shook my head. "Yes. Definitely too, girlie." Jillie fake pouted. I kissed her lips softly. "Fine," I said, finally giving in.
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