Day leans in toward me. He reaches up to touch my face. I can tell it still hurts him to use his fingers, and his nails are dark with dried blood. "You're brilliant," he says. "But you're a fool to stay wish someone like me."I close my eyes at the touch of his hand. "Then we're both fools.

He's totally caught me, and I'm never letting him toss me back.

I want to make people smile. I want to tell an epic story... with laughter. I want to change the way people view the world. I want life to stop being so damn dramatic all the time. I want... what are you doing?

Hmm," she hums after a moment."What?""Just thinking...We both want you to get this role.""No sh*t.""And arguing obviously isn't helping us out."I snort. "But that's what we do.

I'll keep my lips to myself, if that's what you want.

Adrian smiled and clasped my hands, taking a few steps toward me. "And as for who you are, you__e the same beautiful, brave, and ridiculously smart caffeinated fighter you__e been since the day I met you._ Finally, he put __eautiful_ at the top of his list of adjectives. Not that I should have cared.__weet talker,_ I scoffed. __ou didn__ know anything about me the first time we met.___ knew you were beautiful,_ he said. __ just hoped for the rest.