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I was beginning to realize that I rode a turbulent wave of emotions whenever I was with him. A wave of emotions that left me feeling both sick with nerves and giddy with excitement at the same time.
It didn’t make sense to me.
But his smiles were addictive. The more he offered, the more I craved.
Johnny leaned closer, eyes twinkling with excitement. “On what?”
“On whether or not you’re calling me a bitch,” I filled in.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Johnny countered in a sarcastic tone. “Besides, if I did, you’d probably tell my ma on me.”
“You know I didn’t mean to do that,” I protested. “I never meant to get you into trouble with anyone.”
“Sure you did,” Johnny pressed, shooting me a teasing wink. “Whenever you’re near me, trouble quickly follows.” He grinned, revealing the dimples in both of his cheeks. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you enjoy getting me into the height of shite with authority.”
I wasn’t naive enough not to recognize the fact that this conversation was blurring the line between banter and flirting. At least that’s how it felt for me. Johnny probably didn’t even think about it like that.
It didn’t matter, though, because when he looked at me like that, all smiles and interested eyes, I couldn’t stop myself from playing along.
I forced down a blush and replied with, “That’s not true.”
“Oh no?” He shot me another teasing wink before adding, “Now who’s the liar with her pants on fire?”
“That would still be you,” I replied. “And I’m not wearing pink.”
He frowned in confusion. “Huh?”
“Pink to make the boys wink,” I clarified, feeling smug at tripping him up in this little game we seemed to be playing. “I’m wearing blue, not pink. No need to wink at me.”
With a devilish grin etched on his face, Johnny leaned into my ear and whispered, “I reckon I can make those pretty cheeks of yours turn pink.”
I turned scarlet. “Wh-what?”
“Too easy,” he laughed, thoroughly delighted with himself.
Well aware that he had the upper hand but falling short on a decent comeback to an unfortunately accurate assessment, I resorted to sticking my tongue out at him.
Johnny’s gaze dropped to my mouth, his eyes dancing with mischief when he said, “Keep poking your tongue out at me and I’m going to catch it.”
I popped my tongue back in and gaped at him. “Yeah, right.”
“Try it,” he dared, grinning. “Go on.”
My eyes widened and I jerked backwards. I didn’t trust him not to follow up with the threat.
My reaction only made Johnny laugh harder.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he ordered, pressing a hand to his side to stop himself from laughing.
“Like what? I’m not doing anything!” I retorted, unable to stop the smile spreading across my lips. “You’re the one threatening to snatch my tongue.”
“It’s that wide-eyed, nervous look you’ve got going on,” Johnny explained, still laughing to himself. “Don’t worry,” he mused, grinning down at me. “I won’t steal your tongue.”
I feigned disbelief. “I’m not sure I believe you.”
“You believe me,” he assured me in a confident tone.
“Oh, I do?” I arched a brow. “What makes you so sure?”
