“God forbid I ask the same thing. Fine, what’s something you like about me?” “I find the tomato tattooed on your upper thigh incredibly hot.” He turned away to laugh but I didn’t miss the dimple appearing in his cheek. “Dorian Blackwood, are you blushing?” “You would too if someone’s hand was on your arse,” he admitted. “My hand is not on your ass!” I lifted my hands off his body immediately. Laughter shot out of him like a canyon. “I was referencing the older woman behind me. Now who’s blushing?” He took my hands and returned them to his shoulders.
