Third letter of the second word in my Super Secret WIP’s title:
Lord, how oblivious can one boy be? And how hot can my cheeks go?
“I did,” I say real quick. “That pie was all my idea.” It’s only half a lie.
Now he’s blushing, too, his cheeks all pink. “Why, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I say.
He scratches the back of his head. “I thought you didn’t bake.”
We have DEADLY DEL now. What will the whole title be?
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