He sighed against my mouth and brought his hands to my waist… Then he jerked back with wide eyes, his hands in the air. “Oh my god. I touched your gun.” I almost choked on my spit, an undignified snort bursting out of me as I laughed. What made it funnier was how the double meaning went right over Charlie’s head. Charlie stared, perplexed, as I folded at the waist and laughed. “For starters, I don’t have a gun. Nikola took it. You touched my holster.” And then I kept right on laughing because Charlie just had no idea.
