Before I could stop myself, I punched his arm. “Careful,” he said in a low voice. “They might think we’re flirting.

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“Before I could stop myself, I punched his arm. “Careful,” he said in a low voice. “They might think we’re flirting.”

Becca Fitzpatrick

Before I could stop myself, I punched his arm. “Careful,” he said in a low voice. “They might think we’re flirting.