tight crotch of his jeans nearly in my face. He puts his gloved hands on his hips, then laughs as he stares down at me with a victorious, cocky, lopsided grin. “Looks like you’re all mine, Goodwin.” I squint up at his pretty face, my eyes fighting the bright, hot sunlight over our heads. “I guess I underestimated you.” “You’ll learn pretty quick not to underestimate me.” “So what now?” I taunt him. “You just gonna sit there on top of me like a playground bully with your nuts in my face?”
