“let me guess, GOLD STAR for me?” marcus rolled his eyes. though he knew that he might as well be playing with fire. hell, that might have been safer. “i’m a little stronger than i look, sweetheart.” he raised a down. “s’because you think i’m CUTE, right?”
“you’re just NOT worth my time.” cute would have meant he CARED – he didn’t. no, he just wasn’t going to WASTE his energy on him. “an’ you’re CLEARLY not my type.” at least for the moment.
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