“Sorry, it’s such a mess.” He shoves his hands into his pockets. “I cleared off the bed, though, and the sheets are clean.” My eyebrows practically hit my hairline. “To sit on.” His accusation is made jokingly, but his skin… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
My sheets had never been so clean as they had in the past few months. I hardly got them on again before something else happened and I was feverishly ripping them off and stuffing them in the wash with double… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
