“Do you have a boyfriend?” Now why in the holy hell did I have to ask that? You are almost two years older than this girl, asshole! She’s too young for you. You know the rules. Stand the fuck down. “No,” she replied slowly, cheeks turning pink. “Do you?” “No, Shannon.” I smirked. “I don’t have a boyfriend.” “I didn’t mean—” Pausing, she exhaled a sigh and gnawed on her bottom lip, clearly flustered. “I meant—” “I know what you meant,” I filled in, unable to stop my smile from spreading, as I tucked that wandering curl back behind her ear. “I was just messing with you.”
