“Work? Really?” “We’re takin’ the Harley. I managed to fix it after someone fucked it up.” My cheeks tinge pink, but I giggle regardless. “Oops?” “Oops,” he mimics, but there’s a lightness to his voice as he places his hand on my thigh. “It’s alright. I’m over it. My little psycho wanted my attention so badly, didn’t he?”
