betty-white

I push my thigh against his. __ell, thank God.___hank God what?_ he asks. His hand slowly rubs up and down the place where my shoulder meets my arm. It makes me good shiver.__hat I don__ have a neck brace. It__ hard to rock a neck brace, especially if we__e still going to that dance.__e leans in and kisses my nose. __f anyone could do it, you could.__ tilt my head so our lips meet.__ormonal ones, I am right here. Me. The old lady otherwise known as your grandmother,_ Betty says.__orry. He__ just irresistible,_ I say, settling back against him.__ell, try to resist the irresistible,_ Betty says knowingly as the truck bumps over a pothole.

Nick leans down and kisses my eyelids. __oving you, Zara, is a full-time job. It__ a great job, don__ get me wrong. It__ the best job in the universe. But it is not easy, because you tend to . . .___et hurt?_ Betty suggests. __ind trouble? Pass out? Break arms?___ll of the above._ Nick laughs.My hand finds Nick__ wrist and I grab onto its thickness. __ou know, I__ the patient here. Where__ the bedside manner? Where__ the sympathy?___ara, sympathy is just a good excuse to buy greeting cards and make sorry eyes and secretly gloat over how glad you are that you aren__ the person whose crap is hanging out there for the world to see,_ Betty says.