“There wasn’t a shot in hell that I was about to go to bed without talking about what happened tonight.” He pauses, full lips turning up. “You defiled my virgin car.” My jaw drops open unceremoniously. “Defiled your virgin—” Breaking off, I cough into my fist so as not to give him the satisfaction of combusting with laughter. But the coughing does nothing to hide my growing grin. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” “No kidding here.”
