“You’re ridiculous,” I snort. “I’m your favourite kind of ridiculous, Cat, we both know that.” “For someone who says they don’t know how to talk to people, you talk a lot of bullshit,” I shout back at him which only makes him smile harder. His eyes squint, those infuriatingly perfect lips spreading across his face as his cheeks flush. “Only for you,” he says, pointing at me. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
