“Let’s not murder each other, okay?” Her voice is different. Barely above a whisper. My voice is different, too, when I reply, “I make no promises.” “You’re difficult, you know that?” “Wouldn’t be fun if I made things easy.” She scoffs, her breath ruffling the hair on the nape of my neck. “You’re anything but easy, Cash.” Honey, you kiss me, and you’ll see just how easy I can be. All she has to do is ask. Make the move. And I’ll have her on her back with my face between her legs in two seconds flat.
Ahhhh
