"The fuck?!" she hissed, jerking away so fast she nearly knocked over her chair. Her face was burning, probably red enough to be seen from space. "You have a habit of licking people?!"
Vesper just laughed, the sound rich and amused, swirling his wine with casual elegance as if he hadn't just turned her world upside down. "Only the ones I like."
The casual admission hit her like a physical blow, stealing the breath from her lungs.
He liked her. Not just tolerated her presence or found her amusing—he liked her.
The knowledge sent a thrill through her that she absolutely refused to acknowledge, even as her traitorous heart did a little dance in her chest.
Blazar wanted to strangle him for the casual way he'd just demolished her composure in front of the whole school. She wanted to scream at him for being so careless, so presumptuous, so completely impossible.
And maybe kiss him breathless until that smug expression melted into something softer, more vulnerable.
Damn him.
