“Ooh, you have gummy bears?” Claire asked, rummaging around in our bags. “Wow, I thought you didn’t eat junk food, Johnny.” “I don’t,” Johnny yawned. Rolling onto his side, he draped an arm around me. “They’re for Shan.” “Aww,” she swooned. “You’re so considerate.” “Could you be—and leave?” Johnny muttered under his breath. “Don’t be cranky,” I scolded, pinching his nipple. “Do it again,” he purred. “Lower.”
