Thio’s no help. I swear he stands too close on purpose. I catch him dragging his nose near the skin on my neck and I glare at him, but he grins like a little fucker. I bend down to grab the marker I dropped, and I catch him checking out my ass with his lower lip between his teeth, and he pops an eyebrow and pats his thigh like I’ll hop to and plant myself there in an obedient heap. Which I don’t.
