nod. “Yeah, yeah.” “Don’t yeah me twice,” he retorts. “Why, because it’s redundant?” He leans close, his arms on either side of the counter, on either side of me. “Because it sounds fake, sweetheart.” “So if I moan twice—” He covers my mouth with his large hand, enveloping my cheeks and jaw. “Don’t go there, not tonight.”
BROOO. THE SQUEEZING HER CHEEKS.
