My quarter zip sweater is fully unzipped, showing a peek of cleavage. His eyes pause there for a moment, heat flaring in his dark irises. “Head out of the gutter, Rousseau. I’m trying to be strapped in safely here.” I get an eye roll as he settles in front of me and lifts an oversize headset over my head. His gaze locks on mine as he grumbles, “My head’s been in the gutter since the first time I laid eyes on you.”
