MAKE ME WET
He had this annoying way of making compliments sound like an insult.
And worse, my body had already reacted before my brain could, my cheeks flushing red and my pulse quickening.
“Don’t you have someone else to give this undivided attention to?” I snapped.
“Not tonight,” he said, taking a sip from his drink. “Besides, you’re the only one who entertains me. The rest of the people just bored me.” His eyes glinted.
“I can see you’re not love at home.”
His lips curled up into a slant smile. That one I hate because of how it makes warmth rev in my stomach.