“I wouldn’t joke if you weren’t always patching me up,” Davin retorted. He looked at Chad again. “You must have noticed, right? It’s kind of cute, actually.” Though my heart fluttered, I tried to shoot him a warning glare. He… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“Well, as I said, you look terrible, for one thing. Beat-up terrible. Like someone was using you as a punching bag.” He ran a hand gently over his face. “Is it really that bad?” He sighed as I nodded. “Is… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
