“I’m getting the impression I have an unfair advantage over the competition,” he said finally.
Hawke threw back her head and laughed. “What competition?” She raised a hand, closing the fingers until only her index remained. “Like I said, I can count the worthy on one hand, with fingers left over.” She pointed at his chest, and mimed a shot. “Bang. Worthy opponent, right on the bullseye.”
watching these two assholes fall in love gives me life
i’ve borrowed Giselle Hawke here from @whatthefawxblogs