“You don’t even know me.” “Everybody begins as strangers.” “And it doesn’t bother you that I can’t really stand you most of the time?” There’s a playful glint in his brown eyes. “I think that’s what I like most about you.” “You like what you can’t have,” I correct. “Nah. I just like annoying you. You get that flat line across your lips and that death glare. Very hot, Ken.”
