And here I thought they were called Peeping Toms." I didn't need to see him to know he wore a smile. "Stop laughing," I said, my cheeks hot with humiliation. "Get me down."" Jump."" What?"" I'll catch you."" Are you crazy? Go inside and open the window. Or get a ladder."" I don't need a ladder. Jump. I'm not going to drop you.
— Becca Fitzpatrick
Crescendo
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