“Much.” I reach down and cup his bulge in my hand. “But you—” “I ain’t nearly as quiet as you are. C’mon.” He yanks down my skirt. “I’m takin’ you home, honey.” He bends down and grabs his hat and my underwear. I reach for the underwear, but he shakes his head. “These are mine now.” Tucking them into his back pocket, he helps me off the sink and laces his fingers through mine. “How do I look?” I ask. His eyes flick over my face. “Like you just came hard on my face.”
