He leaned in, kissing the side of my neck. “You mad at me now?” “I’m not a teenager. I’m not going to hold a grudge because you don’t recognize great dancing when you see it.” Levi sniggered. “No? I figured if you were mad, then I would have to take you inside and blow you until you forgave me.” I raised an eyebrow. “I think I am mad, actually.”
