Leah

"If you were one of the girls at the auction," he said casually, "you'd have been easy to handle."

He turned his head slightly, grinning up at me. "Still... I wouldn't trade this stubborn version of you for anything."

I smacked him on the head with the dryer.

Was that supposed to be a compliment?

"Fuck!" he winced, laughing.

"You're sick."

"I was just saying..."

I made to hit him again, but a knock at the door saved him.

"I'll get it," he said quickly, already halfway there.

I ...