"Are you hungry?" Of course, I’m hungry, and he has to be lying about being in my head. There is no other logical explanation that would explain how he is so right on about my thoughts.
"Stay out of my head," I manage to say, after swallowing down my growl! He’s frustrating, and he’s a big fat liar. Well, he’s not big or fat, but he’s a liar.
"I’ve already told you, Sunshine. I’m not in your head. It’s not my fault that you’re so easy to read."
"Screw you, Cyrus!" I can’t help but to say, while turning back around to face him.
"When," responds Cyrus, making me blush ten times harder. "I’ll be honored to screw you," he dares to say and I melt. Literally, melt down into the passager seat looking everywhere else but at him.
Geez, I’ve never found myself so flushed.
"Awww, Seraphina. You
