“Can you hike your skirt up when you walk away? I’m trying to decide if your underwear has a ton of candy canes printed on them, or if they’re red and white stripes.” I hum and toy with the hem of my green skirt, pulling it up my thigh half an inch. Finn’s mouth parts, and he blows out a breath. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll show you exactly what they look like later.”
