“Oh, shut up.” I steal the joint back and watch the embers burn when I suck the smoke into my mouth. “Your turn. What kind of sex do you have?” I glimpse at his joggers and try not to ogle, but I’m pretty sure this conversation is making him hard. Prying away my stare, our gazes meet again. There’s a hunger in his eyes as he watches me. It makes my heart flip, pounding harder the longer he stares at me.
