Park yanked on the back of his sweaty shirt. “Porcupine. Why do I have such a soft spot for bastards?” He scooted down to press a kiss to Cooper’s forehead, and froze. Then shifted a little to the right and sniffed at his eye intently. “Who the—?” He pushed Cooper away, holding him at arm’s length. “Can’t I leave you alone for ten minutes without someone fucking licking you?” “Nah.” Cooper grinned and stretched, his muscles loose and warm and all of the evening’s previous fears faded with endorphins. “Or didn’t you notice? I’m very lickable.”
