“I have a stomach made of steel; if I can handle my roommate’s attempts, then pretty sure yours won’t kill me. Besides, I kinda want to see how bad it can be. I’m intrigued now that you said you kill everything you touch.” He smiles at me, and I bristle a little defensively this time. It’s a hot smile, and I wonder if it’s his practiced pick-me-up grin he uses on girls he’s being cute with. I narrow my eyes and stare at him for a second, scrutinizing him and trying to ...