“Hey, handsome. I have good news,” I say, leaning forward on folded arms, not missing the way his gaze hovers on the peaks of my breasts before trailing upward. Slowly. Very slowly. “You think I’m handsome?” He beams. His goofy grin and sluggish stare carry me to one conclusion: he’s buzzed. So goddamn cute.
I LOVE HIMMMM
