“Okay, okay,” he laughed, surprising me by how quickly he forfeited, and set me down on my feet. “You win.” “I do?” I replied, breathless. “Since when?” “Since I can’t take it,” he chuckled, still smiling down at me. “Can’t take what?” “Being touched there.” It was only then that I realized that I still had my hand in his shorts. “Oh crap.” Cheeks flaming, I quickly yanked my hand free and grinned up at him. “Oops.” “Oops,” he mimicked affectionately, hands resting on my shoulders.
