“His face was bruised and one eye was swollen from fighting with the men. He looked dangerous and pissed off mad. So how come I want to grab him and haul him to bed? Clearing my throat I forced my… — Paige Weaver Copy Share Image
I cross my arms. "It was a two minute conversation." "I don't think a smaller time frame makes it less unwise." He furrows his eyebrows and touches the corner of my bruised eye with his fingertips. My head jerks back,… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
