The Biker's Rules
she snorts, perfectly delivering the eye twitch I’ve been fighting.
I groan and clutch my head. Yep, this is going to be one hell of a night.
“I get it, she’s gorgeous — like stop-traffic-and-cause-minor-accidents beautiful,” Thalia admits, biting her lip like she’s trying to hold back a confession. “But … eh,” she trails off, shooting me a look like she’s trying not to offend, “she seems so … innocently naive. And you are … well, YOU.”
“Okay, you know what …” I pout dramatically. “Judgmental people don’t get a say. End of story.”