“What’s the matter with you?” she demands, her hands dangling at her sides. “Why are you acting so nice to me?” “Because I’m nice.” I sway to the music a little, urging her to move with me. “Nice? Not the word I would use to describe you.” Her green eyes are dark and full of mischief. “Handsome? Hot? Well-built?” “Annoying,” she corrects me.
