“Can you behave?” I cross my arms. He wets his lips, barely hiding his grin. “I thought the point of coming here was so I didn’t have to behave.” “I thought the whole point of you staying at a hotel was because you know you can’t behave.” “No.” He steps to the window and peers out at the busy street. “The hotel was for your benefit. You knew you couldn’t keep from jumping me.” “Who’s jumping who?” Melissa rejoins us. “Nobody’s jumping anyone.”
