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"What was that?" Felix asked.
"Had a tickle in my throat," I lied.
"Really?"
"Hmmm. And I'm not ignoring you.I'm reading."
I restarted the same paragraph I'd been on for the last five minutes, finally gave up, and turned the page.
"Having fun?" he asked.
"Yep," I said, "tons."
"Pretending to read must take a lot of concentration."
I didn't respond to his teasing.
"Who reads books anymore anyway?"
"I do along with millions of other people.It's fun.You should try it sometime."
"Thanks, I think I will."
Felix plucked the paperback out of my hands.
"What…what are you doing?" I said, gaping at him, caught somewhere between surprised, annoyed, and amused.
"Taking you up on your suggestion."
He skimmed the page, and a grin slowly formed on his face.
"Hey, this is pretty good," he said.
"I know, that's why I bought it," I said with a shrug."And I didn't mean you should steal my book."
Felix laughed.
I wasn't sure if it was at me or the story.
"What'?" I asked.
"I just can't believe you read this."
"Meaning?"
"It's so..."
"Awesome, entertaining?"
"I was going to say romantic."
Rolling my eyes, I took the book back. "Romanceis a widely accepted and respected genre. My cousin Lottie could giveyou some good recommendations if you want. She works at a library."
"I don't think I've ever been inside a library by choice," he said.
"Trust me," I said. "It shows."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
