“Are you flirting with me?” I arch a brow, doing everything in my power not to look smug as fuck when the faintest coat of red appears on the apples of her cheeks. “That’s not flirting,” she quickly fires back, the red slipping away as if it were never there. “Kind of sounded like it.” She shoots me a vexed expression. “I was just making a statement. If I was flirting with you, which I’m not, you would know.”
