He looked at me now.
"Remember I said, 'what if I didn't want to fix your bike?'"
I remembered. "Yes..."
"I didn't want to fix it, because I liked driving you places.
Mots clés boys romance young-adult summer
I may have been buzzed last night, but I remember everything. I can't promise you that I won't want to drive you home, or kiss you like crazy again. Because I will. I do.
C.J. DugganMots clés boys romance young-adult summer
I like you, Tess.
C.J. DugganMots clés boys romance young-adult summer
Can we get out of here?"
"Your chariot awaits."
"In the form of a blue Ford ute?" I curved my brow.
"But of course," he said in an over-the-top French accent.
"Sacre blur, bad accent alert!"
"Wow," he said, "Le rude?"
"Le sorry?"
"Le hurt." Toby clutched his heart.
"What can I do to soothe your shattered ego?"
Toby drummed his chin thoughtfully, pacing around me. He stopped just near enough to whisper in my ear.
"Le kiss?
Mots clés boys romance young-adult summer
Tess, there isn't a drunken, screaming netballer in the world that would have made me not want to ... continue.
C.J. DugganMots clés boys romance young-adult summer
If there is one thing worse than self-pity, it was other people's pity.
C.J. DugganMots clés boys romance young-adult summer life-quote
A 'T' for Tess, a 'T' for Toby.
C.J. DugganMots clés boys romance young-adult summer
I love you, Tess McGee. I don’t do big funny or heartfelt speeches in front of people at birthday parties, but I’m excellent in private alcoves in beer gardens.” He paused. “Okay, that sounded really bad, what I mean is …”
I kissed him into silence. I pressed my forehead against his with a sigh. “I love you, too, Toby. In fact, that’s what I was going to tell you before we walked into the beer garden. Right before the really bad singing started.”
Toby chuckled. He let out a sigh of relief. “Ready to reminisce?”
I whispered my final word before he closed the distance.
“Always.
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That’s the thing. I’ve never met anyone like you, Tess. You think you’re a no one? You’re so wrong. So wrong. You stand in a room with all the Angelas, even the Ellies. None of them can compare to you. I remember when you started working at the Onslow, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. You were so terrified. You weren’t full of yourself like other girls. Every time you walked into the bar, you were like a breath of fresh air. Even when Angela was a bitch to you, you rose above it. You made me see the difference in people. You’re not a nobody, Tess, you’re a somebody.
C.J. DugganMots clés boys romance young-adult summer
Again and again, the cicada’s untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.
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