“Taste okay?” I ask. He frowns, setting down his fork. Lifting one hand, he wiggles it side to side, the universal gesture for so-so. Heat rises in my cheeks. As my temperature skyrockets, his smirk deepens. Suddenly, he turns toward his computer, quickly followed by a ding from Messenger on my laptop. You’re fun to tease. I scowl at the laptop as I type, And you’re a pain in my ass.
