His hand reaches over, and to my horror he slowly rubs his hand across the mess he made on my skin. He watches it, transfixed for a moment before meeting my eyes. “All mine.” He grins cheekily, pressing a soft kiss to my open mouth. “I—” I stare down at my sticky chest. “You like it.” He smiles, and I don’t deny it. “It looks good on you.”
Barf
