“You won’t like him. He has a gassy problem after he eats. He likes to drink too much, and he’s a mama’s boy. Terrible material for a boyfriend.”
I laughed. “And you’re a better choice? A vampire?”
“Sí. I am charming, hot and I make you laugh.”
“You’re hot-headed, you mean.”
“I might remind you the same. What was the name of that guy you beat the pulp out of?”
“Sweet Pea. His name was Sweet Pea, and he deserved it.”
“Probably. Just remind me not to piss you off. You scare me.” He feigned a shiver.
I laughed. “I doubt that.” Right on que, Damián fluidly tipped me back. I giggled at his attempt to impress me. But to be honest, it wasn’t every day a man would go to such lengths for me, and I found myself liking it. Tomorrow, I planned to hate myself for my weakness. And by the glances
