The Wild Virgin (HER POV)
The moment the doors closed behind us, I exhaled, laughter finally spilling out halfway up the ride.
“What’s funny?” he asked, glancing down at me, one brow raised.
“That woman,” I said, grinning despite myself. “She likes you.”
He frowned, utterly clueless. “Mae? Come on, baby, she’s just like that with everyone.”
“Oh, please,” I scoffed, folding my arms. “I might be only twenty-four, but I can spot when someone’s flirting with what’s mine.” My tone was playful, but my words had an edge sharp enough to draw blood.
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