“Stop staring,” she snapped. “Never. I think you’re beautiful.” “I bet you say that to everyone who throws themself at you.” She didn’t like being told no. “You’re just a flirt.” Well, I was a flirt. “I am flirting, but you’re also beautiful. Both can be true.” A long sigh. “Maybe I’ll change my mind. I shouldn’t do this.” “That’s fine,” I said nonchalantly, but decided to add, “I wouldn’t be mad if you did. Because I’m not going to fuck you unless you’re begging me to, Pepper.”
