“But you’ve been flirting with me.” His eyes narrowed. “I most certainly have not!” I might have had limited experience with relationships, but I wasn’t about to get gaslit by him, centuries-old vampire or not. “Really? What about ‘I find you incredibly attractive and your blood is the sweetest thing I’ve ever had in my mouth?’” His lips pressed together. “That wasn’t flirting. Those were simply… observations.” I glared at him. “I… shouldn’t have been.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Flirting, that is. If I was.”
