I swish my feet in the water, not looking up as Bradley sits down beside me and hands me a glass of iced tea.
"Thanks." Our fingers brush as I take it from him, and I try to ignore the tingles it sends down my spine. Starting to feel anything for him is just going to complicate matters.
"Are you going to tell me what"s bothering you?" he asks.
"No."
"You know what they say, a problem shared is a problem halved," he teases. "And I am your fake boyfriend. I think I"m supposed to listen to all your problems and help you with them."
amI snort. "So you"re saying that you want all the responsibility along with none of the benefits?"
"If that"s the way it"s got to be, then that"s what I"ll take."
I think about it for a moment. The side effects from the cat spell haven"t come back, but they
