“How did you do that?” The words sound harsh even to my ears, so it makes sense that Lawson gives me a smirk I want to slap away. “Chicks just dig me.” I groan, unsure if it’s because of what I just had to hear or because there is a tiny, minuscule—and I mean so, so small it’s practically nonexistent—part of me that wants to laugh at his lame joke.
