Ryan and I stood on the end, his chest warm and solid at my back and his hands on my waist. “If we aren’t inside an elevator in the next minute, I’m throwing you over my shoulder and running for the stairs. Just keep your head down. You’ll be fine.” “You don’t want to hang with the team for a bit?” His hands flexed on my waist. “Why? I hang out with them enough. Do you need more dick stories? Because they have them.” “I’ve probably had enough dick for tonight, thanks.”
