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“Okay, so did you talk to her?” she asks excitedly. I clench my jaw for a second before replying, “Yes.” “What did you talk about?” “Global warming.”
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"And so after two long years, on a random Friday night, standing in my favorite bar in Bardstown, I see him. I see the guy I haven’t seen in two years. The guy I never wanted to see after what he did to me."
"Usually I don’t mind being the bad guy, but I don’t like to be accused of crimes I haven’t committed. So if you want me to twirl, I’ll fucking twirl and save you from distress and be your knight in fucking armor.”
"I’ll dance for you. For as long as you want.” Because I’m his Fae, the dancing fairy and he’s my Roman, the wild mustang.
“I was.” “You were?” He looks into my wide, shocked eyes. “Yeah. And I don’t like that.” “Being jealous?” “Yes.”