“No,” I said, laughing now. “I don’t usually, but then again, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a woman look so delicious in a dress.” Her nose scrunched. “What are you? A cannibal? You’re always saying how delicious I look, like you would eat me.” I groaned, biting down on the inside of my cheek hard. “You literally set these up for me, Rebel.” I mindlessly hit a ball, watching it roll effortlessly into the hole. “Of course I would fucking eat you,” I said, leaning down until my lips brushed her neck. “And I already know you are, in fact, delicious.”
