I think we’ve met our quota for tearful reunions,” she chuckled against the top of my head.
“When this is done, I promise I’m never going to leave the house ever again. We’ll just stay in and order pizza and watch bad television.”
Mom pulled away and looked over my shoulder. “Oh, I think you might want to get out every now and then,” she said.
I felt the warm weight of Archer’s hand on my waist. “Hey, I like pizza and bad TV.”
I turned to him, surprised. “Your chest-“
“Cal,” he said by way of explanation. “I owe that guy, like, a mountain of burgers. It’s getting embarrassing.”
Mom flashed me a little smile before saying, “You know, this isn’t how I imagined meeting Sophie’s first real boyfriend.”
“Mom.”
Archer gave me a little squeeze. “You mean I’m the first guy your parents have rescued from an enchanted island via use of a magic mirror? I feel so special.

Autore: Rachel Hawkins

I think we’ve met our quota for tearful reunions,” she chuckled against the top of my head.<br />“When this is done, I promise I’m never going to leave the house ever again. We’ll just stay in and order pizza and watch bad television.”<br />Mom pulled away and looked over my shoulder. “Oh, I think you might want to get out every now and then,” she said.<br />I felt the warm weight of Archer’s hand on my waist. “Hey, I like pizza and bad TV.”<br />I turned to him, surprised. “Your chest-“<br />“Cal,” he said by way of explanation. “I owe that guy, like, a mountain of burgers. It’s getting embarrassing.”<br />Mom flashed me a little smile before saying, “You know, this isn’t how I imagined meeting Sophie’s first real boyfriend.”<br />“Mom.”<br />Archer gave me a little squeeze. “You mean I’m the first guy your parents have rescued from an enchanted island via use of a magic mirror? I feel so special. - Rachel Hawkins




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