I felt my heart shrivel.
"What?" I asked, trying to sound casual. I pulled the sheet up.
"It's your quads, Lily"
"My...quadriceps?" I said incredulously.
"You really need to work on them," Marshall told me.
I turned to stare at him. "I have scars all over my abdomen, I have scratches across my face, I have a huge bruise on my ribs, and your only remark about my body is that I need to work on my quads?"
"You're perfect except for your quads."
"You...jerk!" Torn between amusement and disbelief, I pulled the pillow from under my head and hit him with it."
-Shakespeare's Landlord by Charlaine Harris
Lyrics of the Day
"You're a jerk! (I know)"
-New Boyz
but I seem to like you so it's okay.
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