““Maxon cleared his throat. "He'll be lucky, too." He got down from his make shift seat and walked to my side of the balcony. "Huh?" "Your boyfriend. When he comes to his senses and begs you to take him back,: Maxon says matter-of-factly. I had to laugh. No such thing would happen in my world. "He's not my boyfriend anymore. And he made it pretty clear he was done with me." Even I could hear the tiny bit of hope in my voice, "Not possible. He'll have seen you on TV by now and fallen for you all over again. Though, in my opinon, you're still much too good for the dog.””
