“Oh no, Grus, I’m not a good man at all,” he breathed. “And if I get you back to my bed tonight, you’re going to find out just how bad I am.” “I’m not sure if declaring yourself as bad in the bedroom is the best way to tempt my night garden into action,” I teased as he tugged on my hand insistently and I started walking. “I’m not… I didn’t mean I was bad like bad. I meant bad like…like I dunno. Like the way people say bad when they mean good,” Max said with a frown.
