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couldn’t immerse myself in those kinds of memories while he was sitting here analyzing every one of my expressions. Cash knew me too well as it was. My horrible poker face was only going to make everything worse.
    “Besides, the light is amazing in here right now. Don’t move. Don’t even blink. I swear, the way the sun is hitting you…” His inspiration must have stolen the rest of his words because he sank into a heavy silence, the hiss of his charcoal pencil speaking for him as it frantically worked at replicating my sleep-mussed state.
    I peered around his sketchbook to see which T-shirt he was wearing today. This one said, I’m only here because my flux capacitor is broken . It was the same one he’d been wearing yesterday.
    “You do realize kids in our generation are not going to get a reference to Back to the Future ?” I asked.
    “ You just did,” he said without looking up.
    “Only because you’ve forced me to sit through it like three hundred times.”
    “Yeah, well, I don’t wear them for anyone else. I wear them for me.”
    I sighed. So much for trying to distract him. “I never agreed to this, you know,” I said fruitlessly. I knew he’d get what he wanted, even if what he wanted was my humiliation served on a silver platter. Or in this case, a leather sketchpad.
    “I’ll let you punch me if you let me finish,” he said.
    “Not good enough. You have to buy me coffee and a chocolate croissant and let me punch you.”
    “Hmm.” Another graceful arc of the pencil branded more of me onto the page. “That’s a pretty high price. Maybe we should make this a nude if I’m having to spring for croissants. Oh wait! I already did one of those last night.”
    He grinned down at the paper and waggled his eyebrows. The tiny silver piercing embedded in his right brow caught the sunlight. I clutched my journal to my chest and threw a pillow at him.
    “You are so gross.” I crawled out of bed to search for school clothes, then pulled open a drawer and grabbed a pair of jeans. “Who was it this time?”
    He closed his sketchpad, tucked his pencil behind his ear, and wandered over to lean on my dresser. “Tinley. In my studio where my dad walked in, so as you can imagine, my house is a hostile environment right now.” Cash snatched the journal out of my hand. “Are you ever going to let me see what you write in here?”
    “Give that back!”
    “Nope.” He grinned. “I swear to God if I find hearts doodled around some guy’s name in here, I’m gonna throw up.”
    I ripped it out of his hand and dropped it into the drawer. The only things in those journals were nightmares and disfigured memories of my dad. I didn’t care about boys and Cash knew it. I didn’t have the time, the patience, or the kind of emotional energy they demanded.
    Cash peeked in another drawer and frowned. “Lace?” he said, distracted. “That’s…disturbing. I feel like I just walked in on my dad having sex or something. Since when do you wear sexy underwear?”
    I slammed the drawer shut on his fingers. “Quit snooping through my stuff!”
    He shook his hand. “It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    Cash walked over to the window and peeked out the blinds to see his house. “I like to do a monthly sweep of your room.”
    Horror made the room spin. “You go through my stuff?”
    “No, not really. But I should. Just to make sure nothing weird is going on with you. Which I wouldn’t have to do if you actually talked to me anymore.”
    “You’re a real pain in the ass,” I said. “You know that, right?”
    “So I hear.” He snapped the blinds shut and groaned. “Why hasn’t he left yet?”
    I stuffed my books and camera into my bag. “Probably because he’s waiting to annihilate you.”
    “Hey.” Cash leaned over and picked up the bobblehead zombie he got me for my birthday last year. “Nice way to treat Francisco.” He brushed it off and placed it