“September ninth. And I don’t believe in astrology.” “Yup, Virgo. Knew it right away. Jesus, I’ve never met a man with such a large stick up his ass.” My lips twitch, and I barely contain my smile. I’ve clearly lost all my marbles because instead of being royally infuriated by her audacity to speak to me in this manner, I’m actually amused. Her constant needling irritates me to no end, but at the same time, I’ve found myself eager to see what she’ll think of next.
