I own squat.
"Quite an interesting shirt you've got there."
Sarah didn't look up from the textbook she was reading. "It's just a band name, Jareth."
"Band name or not, it simply becomes you, precious."
Her eyes slitted up at him over the pages of The Rhetoric of Western Thought. "Try not to read too far into it."
He sauntered over to her, splaying a gloved hand over the pages. "For a girl whose roommate is out of town, I believe you've done quite enough studying."
Before she could squawk out an indignant protest, his mouth pressed over hers, effectively shutting her up, and she suddenly found that she couldn't agree more, the heavy book sliding from her hands.
Thank God for Freddie Mercury.
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