“Do you want the whole school to think I’m one of your sluts?” My sluts? They weren’t mine. Hence them being sluts.”
“You are a slut, you're my slut.”
“...I looked for a scrape in my reflection and then, meeting my own eyes, stood for a sec and tried to figure, like all girls in all mirrors everywhere, the difference between lover and slut.”
“Your carriage awaits, my lady.” I walked up to him and slipped my hand in his extended arm. “Ever the gentleman,” I teased. “Whatever it takes to make the lady smile.”
“And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms”