“This is the part where you tell me to go fuck myself, isn’t it?” I glared at him. He was going to insist on arguing and complicating things between us even further, wasn’t he? “Go on, then.” He arched a brow. “Don’t get shy on me now.” “I’m not shy.” “Your cheeks are flushed in a way that suggests otherwise.” “Nothing about you is responsible for any color in my cheeks, I assure you,” I hissed. “And there’s nothing you could do or say that would cause such a thing.” “Really?” His brows lifted higher, as though I’d just issued a challenge. “Nothing at all?” “I am not some hapless, giggling
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