You were perverted—incredibly so—for someone so reserved. No one would believe it if I said so, but I’ve seen it firsthand. Hell, I’m your main target. I hate to admit it, but it always makes me bashful when you point out the small things about me you find “erotic.”

“Sometimes I regret befriending you,” I said with little conviction, glaring at you. You fired back with another perverted comment—this time about my stubble. I subconsciously scratched at it, trying to hide the heat rising to my face