Placing my hands in the pockets of my jeans, I shrugged, holding back a cheeky grin. “That depends.” Her glare narrowed. “On...?” “On if you snore.” Her small nose wrinkled, and I winked at her. “See ya at home, Bryant.” An exasperated breath caused a cloud of mist to float from her parted lips, and I smiled deviously as I walked back to my car.
