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" I don’t think I like that boy.” He growled, glaring for effect, just in case I hadn’t figured out his oh-so-subtle interpersonal cues.
“He’s a sweet kid,” I insisted, folding the gray blazer over my arm.
“He’s a teenage boy,” Cal said, his dark eyes narrowed. “They’re all sexual deviants under the surface. I should know. I was a teenage boy once.”
“Thousands of years ago,” I countered.
“Times may change, but testosterone does not. "
― Molly Harper , The Care and Feeding of Stray Vampires (Half-Moon Hollow, #1)