“Temper, temper. I forgot how sharp those claws of yours are.” “No, you didn’t.” He chuckles again. “You’re right. I didn’t. I’ve still got the scars on my back.” I glance at him but can’t tell from his expression if that comment had a sexual undertone. Then he sends me a heated sideways look, complete with his signature smirk, and I have my answer. “You’re unbelievable.” “Thank you.” “It wasn’t a compliment. Stop grinning like a clown.” “This is just my face. I can’t help how my face is.” “Sure you can. Pick up a rock and bash yourself in the nose with it. Or I’ll be happy to do it for you.”
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