Raising one hand, he tilts his hat to that sexy slant. "You want me. Admit it."
Even if he's partly right, I'll never tell him. "Why would I want you?"
He lifts three fingers to countdown. "Mysterious. Rebellious. Troubled. All those qualities women find irresistible."
"Such an optimist."
"My cup is never empty."
"Too bad your brain is." The words bite, but my smile softens with affection.

Author: A.G. Howard

Raising one hand, he tilts his hat to that sexy slant. "You want me. Admit it."<br />Even if he's partly right, I'll never tell him. "Why would I want you?"<br />He lifts three fingers to countdown. "Mysterious. Rebellious. Troubled. All those qualities women find irresistible."<br />"Such an optimist."<br />"My cup is never empty."<br />"Too bad your brain is." The words bite, but my smile softens with affection. - A.G. Howard




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