"Does she realize she looks like a sunflower, ready to rain sunlight on all who look down upon her?"
"What’s goin’ on?” I ask as I take a seat. “Obviously not this.” He tosses me my shirt from last night. “I found it on the floor of the den. It’s obvious there was some hanky-panky going on.” Okay, so he knows we fooled around. But at least he didn’t find Kiara’s bra on top of my shirt. “Yeah . . . things kinda got a little heated after you and Mrs. W. left the den last night,” I tell him."
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Source: Simone Elkeles (2010). “Perfect Chemistry”, p.223, Bloomsbury Publishing USA
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