“You have so many complaints about my face,” he murmurs, amusement sparking in his eyes. “I’ve always been told it’s a handsome one.” “It is,” I admit. Then I grin. “Why do you think my seventeen-year-old self tried to kiss you?” Aiden snorts. “Cut it out. Don’t flirt with me, Juniper Bean.” “I wouldn’t dream of it,” I say, still smiling. I pause, then go on, “Well, actually, I might have dreamed of it a time or two, but I would never flirt with you in real life—”
