“You guys look … fucking amazing,” I say as Ransom slides an arm around my waist, dressed in a red mesh hoodie over a black tank with a white cross on it. I think he wears it ironically since I doubt he's in any way religious. “It's not just us that look good tonight, sweetheart,” he says softly, stirring my hair with his breath, the wicked sexy press of his lips against my forehead almost enough to drop me to my knees. “You look goddamn edible.”
