When I realized last night’s ‘Bite me!’ was what he had been talking about, my face burned with embarrassment. Darren had been right about their hearing all right. I should have been more careful. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it—” Antoine’s fingers covered my lips startling me. “Enough. I simply wish to remind you to think before you speak, because the next time you tell someone to bite you…” He leaned forward until I could feel his breath on my face. “… someone just might.”
