I scoot up into the booth. Grayson squeezes in next to Maddie. “Touch me again. You’ll find the heel of my stiletto wedged in your left eye.” “Fuck sakes, Maddie. I’m a big guy trying to fit into a fairly small booth. Trust me, I didn’t want to touch you,” he spits back, and her head flies around in shock.
oh yeah, they'll be bangin' soon. if not by the end of this book, in the next one. lol
