Fyn sounded so put out and frustrated that Rowan almost felt bad for him.
“So, you are not as obsessed with her… chocolate cake as she is leading on?” Rowan continued, unable to stop herself from torturing him.
“No,” he stated clearly.
Fyn gave her a wink that caused a blush to rush over her cheeks again. “I’ve got a huge sweet tooth. I love sweet things, period.”
Rowan couldn't help but giggle again at his obvious flirting. It was really hard to NOT like Fyn. He had a great sense of humor and a very playful side that wasn’t often seen.
“I’ll remember that,” Rowan flirted back impulsively.
Heat rushed through Fyn’s eyes as he slowly looked her over as if he already saw something sweet that he wanted.
Rowan tried to ignore the heat that was threatening to swap her. But when Fyn spoke again, it slammed into her and settled into her core, refusing to let go.
“Good.”