“A scarf?” I repeated, swallowing hard as wisps of my earlier freak-out started to rise up and toy with my throat. Not choking me out yet, but just reminding me that they could. “Um, that’s pretty gay, though,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. Gage’s big hands suddenly went still. “And?” he asked in a hard voice, pinning me with a look in the mirror that reminded me exactly who was in charge here. (Spoiler: not me.) (Which made my dick hard.) (Just kidding. My dick had passed “hard” so long ago that I couldn’t even see it in the rearview mirror anymore. My dick was now diamond.)
