I want to get you out of here."
"Don't you mean you want me to get you out of here?"
He took my hand—yeah, my hand again. I was liking this. A lot. "No, I mean I want to get you out. This shouldn't be your life. You deserve a lot more. Like a locker."
"And a driver's license?"
"Let's not get carried away.

Autore: Kiersten White