“Uh, Rory…” “Yes?” “I meant my coat pocket.” “Oh!” I yank my hand out, my cheeks burning hot at this point, then reach into his leather jacket and pull out the keys. I smack at his chest. “You ass! Why didn’t you tell me that?” He shrugs with a grin. “I just figured you wanted to feel me up.” “I hate you,” I tell him, spinning around and unlocking the door. He laughs lowly at my back. “You wish you did, Rory. You wish you did.”
