“Don’t start being all hot, Leo Stone. We have a party to go to.” “Better pace yourself, Ellie Rhodes, or you’ll be passed out before I even have a chance to start getting hot.” She laughs and shakes her head in disapproval, and I turn her around to face me, unable to even fake hurt. I squeeze her hips. “Question.” She grips and squeezes my shoulder muscles before running her hands down my biceps. “My girl likes my body almost as much as I like hers.” “Is that even a question?” She sighs exaggeratedly.
