His voice is deep and relaxed, "I thought he was your dreamboat?"
I laugh, it's playful and resembles a giggle, "Who even says dreamboat?"
"Well?"
I shake my head, playing with the edge of the blanket I'm lying on. "No. Not so dreamboatish."
He sighs and I'm not entirely sure it isn’t relief, "Why? Did he hurt you?"
I press my lips together and nod. It takes me a minute to answer, "I guess so."
"How?" His voice is angry. The switch is fast and slightly creepy

Autore: Tara Brown