Excerpt from today's writing

Wren is at Mardi Gras and experiencing hedonism for the first time. LOL. First draft subject to change.

The crowd chanted, "Show your tits."
Oh, hell no.
She bit her lip and leaned forward. She reached for the top of her dress and I was there in a heartbeat. I pushed Kane out of the way. My arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her back. "No, baby," I said low and deep in her ear.
She looked shocked as she arched her neck to peer back at me. "I wasn't gonna do it."
"Sure, Rebel. You were just faking it."
She spun around and her little mouth turned down in a frown. "Stop teasing me."
I wrapped my hands behind her back and pulled her close. "You're cute as fuck right now."
"I wasn't gonna show my boobs."
"No, you weren't because I wouldn't allow it."
"What if I wanted to do it?"
"I wouldn't allow it," I somewhat repeated.
"Since when do you allow me to do anything?"
"Since I married you."
"That's not real."
"Hush, baby. Your poker face is sucking again."