“I’m not freaking out.” “I know you’re not,” he agreed, and at the same time, I didn’t want him to let go. “This is not a ‘freaking out’ hug, this is a ‘damn, you’re hot and I want to rub my dick against your ass’ hug.” Laughter bubbled right up through me, and I snort-giggled. He licked his index finger and made a sizzling sound as he marked an imaginary point.
