“I’m bi. And you have a dirty mind. Is it because you are sexually frustrated? You should do something about that.” My mouth twitches as she frowns harder. “But not with the pig.” She snorts. “See? You’re even beginning to sound like him.” Her stern facade cracks for a second time and she laughs, sunshine momentarily flooding her features and making her caramel eyes dance. I stare at her, that tug straining in my stomach, my blood so hot it’s scorching. I grip the edge of the door. “Get out before I kiss you,” I snarl through my teeth. She stops laughing and looks at me. Her cheeks pinken.
