“If you thank me for buying you a bleeding Coke, I’m going to throw a tantrum worse than Gibs.” Handing her the Coke, I pulled the door of Screen One open and gestured for her to go ahead of me. “I mean it, Shan.” “Like the one in the kitchen earlier?” She snickered, hurrying inside. “With your parents?” “Ugh.” I shuddered and followed after her. “Don’t remind me.” “It’s okay,” she teased. “When the lights go out, I’ll make you feel better.” “Do you promise?” I muttered under my breath. “I promise,” she whispered, squeezing my ass. Jesus…
