”I’m not a girl,” I huff at him, feeling very childish indeed when I do. Cal has certainly made himself right at home, which is unnerving and calming all at once, somehow. ”What are you doing?”

He grins at me and I stare at his perfectly white teeth. He has the kind of teeth where you can tell his parents sent him to the orthodontist. I’m always very self conscious about my smile. I was probably the only teenager around who wished for ...