Chapter 101 - Crush
- I just stare at Tony, baffled. “You’re real,” I whisper.
- “I mean, only kind of,” he says back, lifting his face up to the water, apparently relishing the feel of it against his skin. “I think only conceptually, if that makes sense.”
- “It doesn’t,” I growl, closing my eyes and rubbing my hand over my nose, which still aches. God, is it seriously broken?