She adjusts her backpack. “Considering he doesn’t go after me at all and just tried to warn me against you, he probably thinks of me as a sheep.” Luna baaahs like a lamb. I smile over and baaah right back. “I called you hot if you didn’t get that.” She grins, cheeks flushed. “Understood it, since I called you a hot lambchop. Guess we’re still speaking the same language.” “Guess so.” God, I’d love to fling my arm over her shoulders. Can’t. Feels intimate. So was calling her hot, but fuck me,
