![]() I try not to feel disappointment at his “little girl” comment, but it’s hard not to feel dejected. “A firefly, glowing with light and energy just like the little girl who drew it,” he says. He smiles as he takes the painting, his eyes carefully examining the picture I created especially for him. “Thank you for the cupcake,” I tell him, thrusting the drawing at him. Swallowing the delicious light spongy texture, I race to the table, snatch the painting I had set aside, and dash to the door before they leave. “Can we be done with this?” she asks a few seconds later when she’s composed herself.īen mutters under his breath, his chest heaving, before nodding. ![]() She pins me with a disgusted look, opening her mouth to insult me, I’m sure, but she stops, mouth open like a fish out of water, when Ben levels her with a dark look that is kinda scary. And I don’t care what she says,” I lie, stuffing the cupcake into my mouth while I spit fire at my sister through my eyes. ![]() I’m used to Saskia’s personal brand of education. ![]() God knows Sierra doesn’t stop to consider anyone else’s feelings when she speaks her mind.”īen opens his mouth, to defend me again, I assume, but I cut across him this time. “You’re my boyfriend, not my father, and I won’t apologize for being honest. ![]()
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