It made my hands ache with the need, and I ended with them pressed behind me, pinned by my body the way Nathaniel had leaned against the Jeep earlier. When she found out it didn't mean that, she'd not taken it well. You're right, my nose is healing. I understood in that moment that I'd been wrong to think of him as a child.
I just couldn't think of anyone as Wicked, not as a name. He gave me those wide lavender eyes, huge, and glittering, glittering with unshed tears. It wasn't horror that made me slap at Nathaniel. We huddled, and I yelled, Bathroom.
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