That look made me blush again, like a ripe tomato.

Damn, why did I even ask?

He could switch from funny to unpleasant so quickly, it was really scary.

But what annoyed me even more was that I was blushing. I just couldn't stop it.

So I grumbled to myself, annoyed: "I should have brought the frying pan."

The seductive expression on his face faded and gave way to incredulous surprise before he could no longer control himself and burst out laughing.

His laughter sounded hearty and was so infectious that it carried me along and we laughed together until we cried.

He casually wiped one of those tears from...