I glared at him, and then shook my

I glared at him, and then shook my head. “I’m not
hungry.”
“Well, I am. Why don’t you ride with me down the street
to the café?”
“I don’t think I can handle your lack of driving skills this
early in the morning,” I said. I swung my feet over the side of
the bed and shoved them into my slippers, shuffling to the
door.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“To get dressed and go to class. Do you need an
itinerary while I’m here?”
Travis stretched, and then walked over to me, still in his
boxers. “Are you always so temperamental, or will that
taper off once you believe I’m not just creating some
elaborate scheme to get in your pants?” His hands cupped
my shoulders and I felt his thumbs caress my skin in unison.
“I’m not temperamental.”
He leaned in close and whispered in my ear. “I don’t
want to sleep with you, Pidge. I like you too much.”
He walked past me to the bathroom, and I stood,
stunned. Kara’s words replayed in my mind. Travis Maddox
slept with every one; I couldn’t help but feel deficient in
some way knowing he had no desire to even try to sleep
with me.
The door opened again, and America walked through.
“Wakey, wakey, eggs ‘n bakey!” she smiled, yawning.
“You’re turning into your mother, Mare,” I grumbled,
rifling through my suitcase.
“Oooh…did someone miss some sleep last night?”
“He barely breathed in my direction,” I said acerbically.
A knowing smile brightened America’s face. “Oh.”
“Oh, what?”

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I glared at him, and then shook my head. “I’m nothungry.”“Well, I am. Why don’t you ride with me down the streetto the café?”“I don’t think I can handle your lack of driving skills thisearly in the morning,” I said. I swung my feet over the side ofthe bed and shoved them into my slippers, shuffling to thedoor.“Where are you going?” he asked.“To get dressed and go to class. Do you need anitinerary while I’m here?”Travis stretched, and then walked over to me, still in hisboxers. “Are you always so temperamental, or will thattaper off once you believe I’m not just creating someelaborate scheme to get in your pants?” His hands cuppedmy shoulders and I felt his thumbs caress my skin in unison.“I’m not temperamental.”He leaned in close and whispered in my ear. “I don’twant to sleep with you, Pidge. I like you too much.”He walked past me to the bathroom, and I stood,stunned. Kara’s words replayed in my mind. Travis Maddoxslept with every one; I couldn’t help but feel deficient insome way knowing he had no desire to even try to sleepwith me.The door opened again, and America walked through.“Wakey, wakey, eggs ‘n bakey!” she smiled, yawning.“You’re turning into your mother, Mare,” I grumbled,rifling through my suitcase.“Oooh…did someone miss some sleep last night?”“He barely breathed in my direction,” I said acerbically.Mengetahui senyum cerah America's wajah. "Oh.""Oh, apa?"

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Aku memelototinya, dan kemudian menggeleng. "Aku tidak
lapar."
"Yah, aku. Mengapa Anda tidak naik dengan saya di jalan
ke kafe?
"" Saya tidak berpikir saya bisa menangani kurangnya Anda mengemudi keterampilan ini
pagi, "kataku. Aku mengayunkan kakiku ke sisi
tempat tidur dan mendorong mereka ke dalam sandal, menyeret ke
pintu.
"Mau ke mana?" Ia bertanya.
"Untuk berpakaian dan pergi ke kelas. Apakah Anda memerlukan
jadwal sementara aku di sini?
"Travis membentang, dan kemudian berjalan ke saya, masih dalam nya
petinju. "Apakah kau selalu begitu temperamental, atau akan yang
lancip off setelah Anda percaya saya tidak hanya menciptakan beberapa
skema yang rumit untuk mendapatkan celana Anda?" Tangannya menangkup
bahu saya dan saya merasa ibu jarinya membelai kulit saya serempak.
"Saya m tidak temperamental.
"Dia membungkuk dan berbisik di telinga saya. "Saya tidak
ingin tidur dengan Anda, Pidge. Saya suka Anda terlalu banyak.
"Dia berjalan melewati saya ke kamar mandi, dan aku berdiri,
tertegun. Kata Kara diputar dalam pikiran saya. Travis Maddox
tidur dengan setiap orang; Aku tidak bisa membantu tetapi merasa kekurangan
beberapa cara mengetahui dia tidak punya keinginan untuk bahkan mencoba untuk tidur
dengan saya.
Pintu terbuka lagi, dan Amerika berjalan melalui.
"Wakey, wakey, telur 'n bakey!" Dia tersenyum, menguap.
"Kau berubah menjadi ibumu, Mare," gerutuku,
mengobrak-abrik koper saya.
"Oooh ... apakah seseorang kehilangan tidur semalam?"
"Dia hampir tidak bernapas ke arah saya," kataku acerbically.
Senyum mengetahui cerah Amerika wajah. "Oh."
"Oh, apa?"