ADINNA’S POV
Dean’s teasing lingers in the air, smooth and easy, but it digs under my skin.
“I’m not thinking about him,” I say, too quickly. My voice sounds too defensive even to my own ears.
Dean’s smile curves slowly and knowingly. “You sure about that?”
I cross my arms. “Yes.”
He leans back in his chair, eyes glinting with quiet amusement. “You really shouldn’t lie to someone who can hear your heartbeat, Adinna.”
I freeze and my pulse spikes traitorously. Dean chuckles softly, his voice low. “See? It’s screaming his name.”
I grab the nearest pillow and throw it at him. “You’re insufferable.”
He dodges it easily, his grin widening. “And yet, here you are, still talking to me.”
I roll my eyes, but I knows he’s right. Somewhere along the line, Dean’s company had become enjoyable.
