The Alpha's Human Surrogate
“I know I’m not bad to look at.”
My heart races as his proximity intensifies the butterflies in my stomach. Trying to keep my composure, I retort, “Oh, please. You’re not that great.”
He feigns offense, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. “Ouch, that hurts,” he says with mock hurt, making me giggle despite myself. Then, he gives me a wink. “Why don’t you give it a try and see for yourself?”
I flush at his obvious flirtatious attempts and glare at him. “Pervert...”
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