“Do you have a death wish?" he asked. Will grinned at him.I'm just relying on your judgment," he replied. "I can't keep track of everything in my head.”

“Hey, think fast!'I just looked at Fave as he chucked the basketball at me with possibly the worst overhand throw I'd ever seen. It landed to my far right, then bounced past me, banging against my dad's truck.'Do you have a vision problem of something?' I asked him.'Just keeping you on your toes,' he replied”

“He nodded, his forehead fused with mine. "My head fogs when you kiss me like that. I can't think," he murmured."It does?" I grinned. "I like making your head fog." I kissed him again.”

“He grinned. "It's more of a personal challenge. Do you have any interest in getting to know me at all? Personally, I mean.""Can't I just Google you? Isn't your entire life somewhere online?"He scowled. "Probably.”

“What?" I ask."I'm developing a theory.""And it is?"She picks up her hamburger, grins, and says, "That you have a death wish.”

“I can't get you anything?" He asked. She shook her head and smiled. "Just you.”