that you’re six foot five, I’ll beat your ass if you touch me again.” I need to focus but I’m still stuck on the fact she knows exactly how tall I am. “You stalking me?” I smirk at the realization in her eyes. “Wh-what?” she stammers. “Seriously, what’s wrong with you? You don’t touch a girl without her permission, ever, Garcia.” And now I’m stuck on the way she said my last name. Why did that sound hot? Focus.
