I let out a little growl. “I don’t like you at all. Let me out.” Why had I thought this was a good idea? There were so many ups and downs with this man it made my head spin. We stared at each other in a silent battle of wills. His jaw ticked. And then he pulled his dress shirt from his pants, grabbed my hand, and slid it over his stomach and up his chest. He was compromising with me, allowing me to touch him without taking off his shirt.
i think about this allllll the time :(((((((
