I wink, fully expecting her to roll her eyes but instead, her face heats up like a damn blush factory exploded, and she fumbles to hide it. “That’s not true.”
I almost laugh because she’s so adorable. She’s like one of those high school girls who are completely new to the whole romance thing, stumbling around and trying to act cool while every tiny gesture makes them melt.
She wasn’t ever like this with Bryan, so clearly Braydon is working some kind of magic on her that she’s not equipped to handle.
I lean in slightly. “When things get steamy between you two, I want front-row seats.”
She huffs.
“Nothing’s happening,” she insists, puffing up her chest like she’s proving a point. “I have impeccable self-control.”
She’s about to turn away when I call her.
“What?” she blinks at me,
