“It looks like you're about to climb out the window in the middle of a conversation.” “Nailed it. Five points to Gryffindor,” I said, giving him finger guns. “I'll be back later.” Internally, I groaned. Oh my goddess, I’m a walking embarrassment to women. Who gives finger guns to a sexy fae that just took off his shirt and wants to talk to you? Or better yet, bang you? Broken phoenix shifters that are trying to avoid humping their mate without even having a formal introduction, that’s who.
