“You don’t need anyone to buy you shit, killer. You’re more than capable of doing that on your own.” “Doesn’t mean I have to,” she shot back. “Besides, he was cute! I liked the way he blushed when I touched his arm.” “Maybe for a puppy,” I said dryly. “Doesn’t really seem like your type.” She scoffed. “What would you know about my type?” “I know enough,” I said, stepping forward. Her sweet, honeyed scent filled the space between us. “And we both know a kid like that wouldn’t be able to keep up with a hellion like you.”
