“You’re a killer, Gray. Say it.” “I’m a killer,” she mutters, rolling her eyes even as I bottle up the slipping smile. “Good girl.” I smirk. “I’d kiss you but I don’t want to mess up your lipstick.” As I say it, she presses a dark red kiss mark into my palm, so I can hold it. “I’m proud of you, and so are your brothers. Now, go show them their sissy is a badass.” She does.
