“How’d you figure that?” he mutters, reaching for his own bags and moving toward the door. “You cock-blocked me.” “It doesn’t count if it’s with your own hand, dickhead.” “Sure it does. Your voice made me lose my high.” “Stop talking.” “I was right at that moment. You know it, the point of no return, and then your voice just… killed it,” I say, fighting a smirk.
