“And you call Connor and Ronan deviants,” I mutter. “Can we say pot and kettle?” His brow arches. “Are you calling me a deviant?” “I would never,” I mock. He settles that wolfish gaze on me. “I have never claimed to be a saint.” “You’re enjoying this entire conversation!” He merely chuckles. “You deleted it though, right?” He opens his mouth to answer and then pauses. “Why? Do you want to watch it?” “No!”
