“You look...” His chest rises and falls faster, and a muscle feathers his jaw when his eyes jerk to meet mine. “You want me to kill someone tonight?” “Any complaints should be directed at your brother and his husband-to-be. I didn’t buy the dress. Also... I’ll take that as a compliment.” “Damn right it’s a compliment. You look hot.”
What a ridiculous man. You don’t stake claims on someone without actually acting on it.
