"The job is mine, Shortcake,” Joshua’s voice says. To stop myself from standing up and punching him in the gut I’m counting one, two, three, four … “Funny, that’s what Helene just told me.” I watch his backside walk away in the glossed surface of my desk, and vow that Joshua Templeman is going to lose the most important game we’ve ever played.
Happy birthday to the snapchat queen, a PS wizard and a great friend @cobaltcharlie ;*
- You hate me. - I never have. Not for a second. I have always loved you. - Prove it. There’s no way you can. I am satisfied that I’ve thrown out the unwinnable challenge. He rolls onto his side and rests his cheek on his bicep. My heart is pounding. [..] I start to laugh and point, but he grabs my ankles and drags me to the end of the bed. There’s a full-length mirror, and I see myself, at long last sitting on the bed in his robin’s-egg bedroom. His walls are the blue of my eyes. I’ve been a bit slow.