Report, if you have a problem with this page“ Do you ride?” That sounded sort of dirty, and the way he looked at me felt sort of dirty, too. No one ever looked at me like that.“Why ‘Ghost’?” I asked.Grasping the top of the car door, he leaned over it and spoke in a dramatic, foreboding voice. “Because she’s so fast she disappears down the streets at night.”“That sounds dangerous.”His dimple appeared. “The best things in life are. ”
Jenn Bennett
From : The Anatomical Shape of a Heart
