“I also know you love kissing me.” “I do not.” “Wanna prove it?” “Don’t…” I slam a hand to his mouth and he kisses my palm, then licks my fingers, thrusting his tongue between them. I jerk my arm away. “Why the hell would you lick me? Are you a dog?” “Woof.” He grins and I can’t even muster the emotions to be mad at him.
