“I am, by the way,” he quietly says, not looking down at me as we walk side by side. My brows draw together in confusion. “You are what?” “Better,” he confidently and arrogantly states. I scoff, rolling my eyes. “Tone the cockiness down. I didn’t mean to say that. I just meant—” “I know what you meant, and I know my abilities.” “Right,” I drawl. “I’m more than welcome to show you.”
