He grins. “Really? And how was it?”
“I’m always extremely hard to read. Poor boy, does it bother you if I’m not pining for the dream to be real?”
“One, I’m not a boy, I’m a grown man. Two, even if I hinted at that, I’ve stopped bothering you about it already. Stop assuming things, or I’ll yell rape.”
Her eyebrows went up, but after a minute she lifted her hands. “Alright. I won’t tease you anymore.”