I bit my lip and let him manage one step back from the truck before I blurted, “Or you could come with me?” He pressed lips together, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinning at his attempt to hide his smile, his eyes bright and welcoming. In an attempt to break that smile free, I teased, “But I want to drive—and I’m sorry, but I’m not giving you a lap dance this time.”
Haha!
