“Do you want to come in?”, he asked me dubiously, that devilish grin back on his face.
No! I don’t want to come in! but I was left with no choice, wasn’t I?
I rolled my eyes at him, then went inside, shoving him aside.
He let out an indignant yell and my eyes immediately dropped to his right arm, concerned. I quickly rushed back to him and scanned the plaster on his right hand, “I am so sorry, did it hurt?”
His eyes softened at my concern and he grinned wolfishly at me and snickered.
Oh! That snaky bastard! He was faking it.
I growled at him, then shook my head, frustrated at myself for falling for such an obvious trick.
“So, how was the date with Denim Boy?”
I glared at him and snapped, “It was going incredible till you walked into the restaurant”
He snorted at my reply and decla
