I braced myself against the door. “Are you sure you wanna go out tonight?” Blake stopped midturn, pressing her hands down the fabric currently mating with her thighs. “Is it that bad?” “Yes,” I growled, closing the distance between us. “It’s . . . horrific. Ugly, terrible. Gross. How could you possibly attract men in this”—my hands roamed from her arms all the way down to her hips, and then I couldn’t help it and just pulled her against me—“monstrosity?” “Monstrosity, huh?” She
