The Viking's Mate Hunt
“What about this? I will try not to sneak into your room at night and suffocate you with your own stinking socks?”
I sneered at him, clenching my fists.
Leaning his head back, he busted out laughing, and I began to think he was missing some vital component in that empty head of his. Or is his mind just drifting?
“Oh, I don’t know. I think that sounds interesting; I'd like you to try that!”
My jaw almost hit the floor, and the burn in my cheeks spread like wildfire when I caught up. Quickly, I shut my mouth and glared at him. What the hell is wrong with this guy? Cheesy pick-up lines? Now? He definitely needs new antennas!
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