"What the fuck does that have to do with anything? I hate to break it to you, but you're Chris Hemsworth hot, Scott. That fucking face of yours is so much trouble," she said, biting her lip.
Was she flirting with me? I flirted my ass off all the time, but her? Unless she was on my dick or really turned on, everything fucking made her blush, but not now. I wasn't used to this. Guys complimented girls on their looks, not the other way around.
"You think I'm hot?" I asked like an idiot.
"I'm fucking you, Scott. Women eye fuck you everywhere you go and I know you are aware of it. Of course you're hot," she said, shrugging her shoulders.
When I blushed like a school boy, she piled it on.
"And handsome. Sexy. Hunky. Good looking," she said with a grin.
"Okay, okay. I get it," I said, trying to remember either of us ever flattering someone we were dating in each other's presence while we were still friends.
