About the book: year / - Where are you going, little bird? - a truly devilish grin. “Let me go,” I try to tear my palm out of the strong grip and not allow my emotions to prevail over my mind. “Where?” - he asks in a whisper in his ear. “Where are you planning to run away from me again?” “To your boyfriend,” I answer firmly, looking up into his blue eyes. I hate this difference in height. I hate that I feel so insignificant around him. Always. From the first meeting. “You started dating him to spite me,” he snorts and points his palm up from the elbow..