“You’re not going to handle me?” I call after him, shock raising my brows. “Not tonight!” he tosses over his shoulder. I scoff. “What are you waiting for?” “It’s no fun if you expect it,” he answers, striding into the darkness. “Now, get back to bed before your wingleader realizes you’re out after curfew.” “What?” I gawk after him. “You’re my wingleader!” But he’s already disappeared into the shadows, leaving me talking to myself like a fool.
Okay I must admit. This exchange was pretty cute. May have brought a wee smile to my face
