What the hell were you thinking?" Sleepy demanded. "Did Pamela Anderson die and leave an opening on the Baywatch rescue squad or something?
Meg CabotYou know what you sound like? A jealous girl friend.
And how are things on Planet You Wish?
Good," he said. "We need to talk."
Suddenly, I didn't feel so relaxed anymore. Talk? What does he want to talk about? The part where I nearly died? I didn't want to talk about that. Because the fact is, that whole part, the part where I nearly died, well, I nearly died trying to save him. Seriously. I was hoping he hadn't noticed, but I could tell by the look on his face that he totally had. Noticed, I mean.
And now he wanted to talk about it. But how could I talk about it? Without letting it slip? The L word, I mean.
"You know what?" I said, very fast. "I don't want to talk. Is that okay? I really, really don't want to talk. I am all talked out.
Jesse lifted Spike of his lap and put him on the floor. Then he stood up.
What was he doing? I wondered. What was he doing?
I took a deep breath, and kept talking about not talking. "I'm just--Look," I said as he took a step toward me. "I'm just going to give CeeCee a call and maybe we'll go to the beach or something, because really...I just need a day off."
Another step forward. Now he was right in front of me.
"Especially," I said, significantly, looking up at him, "from talking. That's especially what I need a day off from. Talking."
"Fine," he said. He reached up and cupped my face in both hands. "We don't have to talk."
And that's when he kissed me.
On the lips.
That's enough of that," Jesse said. Next thing I knew, he'd scooped me up.
Only instead of carrying me to my bed and setting me down on it all romantically, you know, like guys do to girls in the movies, he just dumped me onto it, so I bounced around and would have fallen off if I hadn't grabbed the edge of the mattress.
"Thanks," I said, not quite able to keep all of the sarcasm out of my voice.
It’s my own fault, really. For believing in fairy tales. Not that I ever mistook them for actual historical fact, or anything. But I did grow up believing that for every girl, there’s a prince out there somewhere. All she has to do is find him. Then it’s on with the
happily ever after. So you can only imagine what happened when I found out. That my prince really IS one. A prince. No, I really mean it. He’s an actual PRINCE.
Stichwörter: love
I get accused all the time of having a big
mouth. But if you ask me, guys gossip way more than girls do.
Stichwörter: gossip
Which type of wedding gown best suits you?
If you are lucky enough to be tall and slender, you can pretty much get away with any type or shape of gown. That is why models are tall and slender—anything looks good on them!
Home. Wow. I’m already calling it home.
Well, isn’t that what any place is? Any place that you share with
someone you love, I mean?
Stichwörter: home
One of the many advantages of having a boyfriend who is half French is that his culinary repertoire extends beyond mac and cheese. Plus, there’s the kissing.
Meg CabotYou can’t be friends with someone who’s in love with you if you don’t love that person back the same way…
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