Caz releases an audible puff of laughter. I turn to glare at him, but when our gazes meet, he only laughs harder. Then Daiki steps between us. “Okay, lovebirds, stop flirting for a second—” “We weren’t flirting,” I protest, wondering if one of us has a fundamental misconception of the term. “I don’t— We didn’t even say anything.” “Yeah, but we can see it in your eyes,” he says. “And that shit’s even more obvious than direct pickup lines.” As if my face isn’t already on fire, the others all nod along.
