Page 43 of What Happened on Roslyn Street?

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Yes, you did.

Luckily for you, I enjoyed the bothering.

Oh, my god. Where is Margaux when I need her? I’m terrible at this.

Is that so? Do I have permission to continue bothering you?

You can consider this text message official, written permission for all future botherings.

I may frame it.

Please, do.

I don’t know what’s happening, but… whatever it is, I think it’s working. Why had I put off texting him for so long?

He doesn’t respond as quickly this time, and I realize I have to say more.

When would you like to bother me next? I’m more of a planner than a spur-of-the-moment kind of person.

Are you asking me on another date?

Oh, god. Am I?

I am, and I have a request…

Anything. Name it.

But please remember, I’m on a college student’s budget.

I wasn’t aware the students here knew the meaning of the word budget.

They do when they’re on a scholarship.

An academicscholarship?

Good guess.

Intelligent and handsome.

Is this what they’re referring to when they talk about the whole package?

I doubt it.

I think muscles and trust funds are usually involved in that package, but I’m flattered, nevertheless.

You still haven’t told me where you want to go.

I hesitate, nerves alight, fingers shaking as I type.

Take me on an adventure. Whatever that means to you.

Chapter Eleven

I’m making too many mistakes. First? I ask for an adventure. Second? I do it when Margaux isn’t there to watch me. There’s no saying what kind of adventure he’ll take me on.

Caldwell is a vampire, and he doesn’t know I’m a human. What if he invites me to something I can’t survive?

I contemplate texting my friend—whether to request her presence or to let her know where I’ll be…

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