I earned three masters’ in one week, never having been to university, and I did it while I was eight months younger than her when she gets her first...masters. That isn’t possible for a 15-year-old kid, no matter if he was the smartest person in the world.“Rachel, when you came to me for help, I knew just what to do when hundreds of adults had already tried and failed to deal with Mr. Peachwood. How is a 14-year-old kid supposed to do that?”Rachel stares at me like I have three heads or. But my worry about obsessing andlusting over this stunning UCLA boyman actually lessened a bit.Maybe we could just be friends, like me and Michael. Dan did like his brew. His side of the frig was usually crammed witha six-pack or two, usually of Bud (he wasn't exactly a connoisseur).Since he was only 19, he must have had an older friend who kept himwell-stocked. Just about every day after getting home from schoolhe'd have a couple brews, and occasionally I'd have one with him. Thefirst. ”“I get the impression you’d have done that already if you could.” Sighing, Jack came over to the man and squatted in front of him. “Opening portals, tunneling, opening your lair so it overlaps with other worlds, all of that must take effort. Right now, you’re useless. Which means we got two options. We wait until you’re feeling well enough to get us out of here, or wait until someone figures out what happened, and comes looking for us.” The first option looked rough, cause it could take Sándor. “Yes,” I urge and shift forward. “I want to hold you close, tight in my arms.” She curls her hair around her ears, opening them to the sound of my voice.“I want you to feel my body on yours, my full weight upon you,” I breathe through my teeth, stretching my lips so tight and far that I feel as if the top of my head will split and roll off. My desperate eyes widen upon her, and I’m ready to crawl to her if need be to get my hands on her.She pauses, gazing back at me with a spark of temptation.