“There's nothing wrong with Sam," I said again. "He's...nice." Mercy groaned. "You mean he was too nice, don't you?" "I'm not used… — C. Gray Copy Share Image
“You're not getting any younger or prettier standing there. And I'm cold.” — C. Gray Copy Share Image
“Okay, I'm sorry for not turning up yesterday." His feet pounded against the pavement as he ran to catch up with me. "Don't be… — C. Gray Copy Share Image
“We need to avoid the caretaker," I said. "Good thinking. Overalls and the smell of bleach don't really do it for me." "Remind me… — C. Gray Copy Share Image
“Hey," Marshall said, leaning beside me. "You okay? You look supremely pissed." I smiled. "I'm absolutely fine." "Is your boyfriend here on a date… — C. Gray Copy Share Image
“There's nothing wrong with Sam," I said again. "He's...nice." Mercy groaned. "You mean he was too nice, don't you?" "I'm not used to people… — C. Gray Copy Share Image
“Who was that?" Sam asked as we walked out of the photo hut. "I work with him. It's cool," I said, rubbing my arm… — C. Gray Copy Share Image
