“Maybe I assumed you were just a nice guy who needed a break from his friends just like I’m a nice girl who needed the same.” He hisses. “Wow. Is my game that weak?” I laugh. God, it feels good to laugh. “No. Your game is perfect. You’re funny. You’re good-looking. You’re—” “Would you look at that. You’re finally flirting back.” “No. I’m not.
