“Really,” Billy says, looking Steve up and down. Like he’s evaluating what the man’s wearing. Remembering what he has before. “Nah, Harrington. You’ve got an eye. Give yourself credit.”
Robin rolls her eyes because literally what the fuck is this? So much flirting already.
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Robin rolls her eyes because literally what the fuck is this? So much flirting already.