Chapter 73 Sleepover

• As we made the last turn onto his driveway, Tyrone questioned, running his fingers along the driving wheel, "What did the slow tomato say to the fast tomato?"
• Shaking my head, I tried to think of an answer, knowing full well that it would be as stupid and straightforward as the dozen jokes he had given me since I had called him to get me.
• Tyrone shot me a glance, flashing his flawless teeth in a cunning grin. I was too inebriated to recall that staring was impolite, so I marvelled at his smile. His smile is something I wish he had more of. Not that he wasn't beautiful in the first place. It just looked fantastic on him.