[ Gansey's heart trips over several beats at the sight of her. Everything about the way Blue dresses appeals to him. The little tears, where he can see skin peeking through. The shoulder that her shirt has exposed. His eyes tick to these places and his stomach does a traitorous flip.
Coming over beside her, he uses a stool to jump up and perch on the counter, and then he snags a juicebox from the fridge. ]
No, I know. You're virtually made of the stuff. Did I get the right kind?
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Coming over beside her, he uses a stool to jump up and perch on the counter, and then he snags a juicebox from the fridge. ]
No, I know. You're virtually made of the stuff. Did I get the right kind?