“So, you weren’t teasing?” She asked, dropping her voice, as she slid her hands up Gianna’s hips, slipping easily under her sweater to the warm skin underneath. It felt so natural and instinctive. Especially when Gianna’s arms came up, resting on Riley’s shoulders, as her fingers toyed with her hair. “No,” Gianna replied, evenly, “Because I think teasing implies that you won’t be getting what you want, at the end.”
