If they weren’t flirting earlier, they definitely were now, Danicka’s posture relaxing all the more as Cian moved closer.
“That depends. Are you the kind of guy that turns into a stalker when he doesn’t get his own way? Because, so far, you seem way more chill than the last guy I got mixed up with.”
“I’m not one for monogamy, much less stalking,” he answered truthfully. It was an uncommon trait for his species, but his mother had been sort of the same way, so he supposed it was genetic.
“Ball’s in your court, hot stuff.”



