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He follows my gaze.
“Sprites.”
“You know that?”
“No.”
I laugh.
His eyes immediately come back to me.
There it is again. That look.
Goddammit.
“If you don’t mind me saying so, you look beautiful when you laugh.”
My heart stutters.
“Careful.”
“Of what?”
“Your strategy is showing.”
His expression changes. Only slightly.
“What strategy?”
I wave a hand between us.
“This.”
“Very specific.”
“The flirting.”
“Ah.”
“Don't sound so innocent.”
“I've never claimed innocence.”
“No. You definitely haven't.”
His mouth curves.
My stomach flips.
Traitor.
Someone calls his name from a few feet away, and he flicks a glance in that direction. Annoyance flashes across his face before he looks back at me.
“Excuse me a moment, won't you, Firecracker?”
Oh.
There it is again.
