I squashed his cheeks between my hands as I leaned up beneath him, making him lock eyes with me. “It’s The Daring Anacondas,” I said dramatically. “What do you think?” “Fuck…you,” he groaned, then tried to headbutt me, but I jerked backwards before he landed his target, then darted back toward him again, smacking a wet kiss on his lips before crawling out from under him and running away. Did he like the name? He didn’t even comment. Nah, he must have liked it. It’s the best name I’ve ever come up with. Ever.
