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I want to add so unless you can catch clumsiness, then no, it’s not contagious. But the look of exasperation he aims my way is enough to shut me up.
Until it’s broken up by a metallic hum and soft sound of something popping. “Are you really making fucking popcorn right now?” Nero doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t have to since the increased popping replies for him.
Her thick, jiggly thighs that I want to take a fucking nap on.
Omg why cant all men say this
To which I nonverbally reply with we need her to be scared of you because I’m keeping her against her will. He blinks. Like a pet? I blink. Well, now that you mention it…
Is he thinking and talking to his dog????
“This should be enough for tonight. If you need me for anything”—he cocks a handsome brow at me—“just press your thumb to that pad again.”
Im laughing so hard at his smartass comments
half sister, Val,
“I’m warm and comfortable right now, so try to not freak when I remind you that you live here now.” I roll my eyes. “God, you’re annoying in the morning.” He grins. “Just the morning?” With the hand I have draped across his waist, I grip the blankets, then yank them back in one quick motion. The movement snaps them to my side of the bed, exposing all of King’s previously covered skin to the air-conditioned air. I almost laugh at the yelp he lets out, but as I try to scoot away, he rolls on top of me.
Theyre so cute and shes not even ready for it
I’m going with my first guess. She’s with the dog. My traitor, turncoat dog.
The laugh i let out
“The name’s Dominic, but you can call me Dom.” He extends his hand, and habit has me taking it. “Your husband sent me.”
“I’m Val. King and Aspen’s half sister.” The girl lifts her shoulder, drawing my eye to the canvas bag hanging there. “And I brought margaritas.”
My teeth grind, but Payton beats me to the punch, so to speak, by throwing another handful of pebbles at Nero. When did women start throwing things?
