“Right now?” “Take ‘em off.” “I’m not wearing anything under it.” “I’ll close my eyes.” “Oh, okay, in that case…” I shoved an arm up the inside of the sweater, letting my hand disappear. Frankie sat up off the pillows in anticipation as I brought the same hand back out a few seconds later sporting a middle finger. “You’re a cold woman.” He frowned, standing from the bed and walking toward the door. “I think you’re enjoying this as much as me, though.”
