“This dress needs to come off.” I pull on the fabric, but she stops me before I can lower it. “Pull it above my head. No rippin’ my favorite dress like a caveman.” “I thought women liked that,” I tease, playing with the straps. She snorts. “In romance novels.” “You read those?” “Before bed usually. Mostly Viking and monster smut.” My brow quirks up. “I’m not even gonna ask what that is.” “Best for your ego not to.”
