“I talk a lot about myself,” he weakly defends. “Calling yourself hot doesn’t count.” “But you can agree I am, right?” He bats his eyelashes with hopefulness. I almost laugh, but I swallow it down. “I’m not going to stroke your ego, Garcia.” “But I want you to stroke it,” he utters throatily then tenses like he’s realized what he said but doesn’t correct himself.
IM SCREAMING
