She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure. Tell yourself that when you’re jerking off to pictures of yourself.” I snorted. “Liv, the only photos I’ve ever jerked off to were yours.” Her hand paused, curly fry dangling halfway to her mouth, and a pink flush spread over her cheeks. Her gaze cut to mine, and the heat behind her eyes sent blood rushing through my veins. A slow, wicked grin curled up on my mouth. “You love that idea, don’t you?” “No.” Her nose twitched and her jaw tensed. Jesus, she was so fucking sexy, all pissed off and grouchy like this.
