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" You're hot."
'You're pretty hot too"
His eyebrows did that question mark thing again. "What?"
My stomach started to cramp because sometimes your body is slightly ahead of your brain. My stomach knew that something had gone terribly, mortifyingly wrong. My brain, on the other hand, plowed ahead on the path of self-destruction and took my mouth with it.
"You said I'm hot. I said you're hot, too"
His eyes grew wide and a little blush of color came to his cheeks.
"No, I asked if you were hot because it's June and you're wearing a sweater."
Please, God, make the death by duck shit quick, or fuck it, make it slow and agonising, but let's get it started. "
― Nick Pageant , Beauty and the Bookworm (Beauty and the Bookworm #1)