“And you’re incredibly fun to tease, anyone ever tell you that?” There was a beat of silence, both our brains a little too slow to process what he’d just asked. It hit him first. He pulled back. “Scratch that.” But it was too late. My evil brain had formed its evil plan, and the evil words were already tumbling out of my evil mouth. “Yes. I’ve been told that so many times by sooo many very attractive men thamphnmnn.”
