“Is that a Ryke Meadows test?” I ask. “You only like the ones who can swallow quickly?” I break into a grin, and his brows rise. “What do you know about swallowing?” I shrug. “I know I don’t mind it.” His muscles flex, and he drops his gaze from mine.
INSANE. BRO IS LOSING HIS SELF-CONTROL, I SWEAR.
