Fisher’s normally loose black shirt was plastered to his chest. He drew in a deep breath, his shoulders rising, and— I jerked when he snapped his fingers in front of my face. “You could at least say hello before you start eye-fucking me.” “I wasn’t eye-fucking you. I was trying to see through all of this… steam.” I wafted my hand for effect, but the air was clear, there was no steam, and Kingfisher did not look impressed.
I would’ve done the same no shame
