"No!" I snapped. "If I would play hard to get with any guy on this planet, Damien wouldn't be considered at all!"
"Alright! Alright!" Nick laughed, raising up his hands on either side of him in surrender. "Don't start getting all cuckoo on me. I'm the good guy."
I stopped in my tracks on the middle of the sidewalk and stared at Nick, eyes widening for the shortest of seconds before suspicion washed over me. Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I glared at him as he looked over his shoulder, as if to check on why I'd stopped walking.
"What's wrong?" he asked, shooting me a curious look.
Still unmoving, I asked, "Are you single?"
Nick didn't answer. Slowly, he figured out the purpose behind my question and that stupid grin that most cocky guys considered to be flirty made its way to his face. He stepped closer to me, reaching out a hand and poking me lightly on my dimple.
"Don't you be getting any hopes, honey," he whispered in a sultry voice that made me want to slap him. But inside, I was secretly relieved. I was one less of a boy who would hit on me.