“Did you just try to scratch your Nether region with your elbow?” I snort. “It’s the leather.” “The leather?” “I’m wearing a tight leather bra and pants ensemble. It was supposed to be a surprise.” He gives me an amused smirk. “God, give me strength. You take out the leather after I’ve sat squashed against a fat man and a baby for eight hours. Are you trying to murder me through exhaustion?” “You look like you have fleas.” “That’s not the look I'm aiming for,” I mutter. He lets out a snort of laughter and finds my hand across the table. “Let’s get the dessert to go.”
