This is a terrible place to bury a body.” “And how was I supposed to know that?” I snap, turning to leave when Bohnes drops the shovel and I pause, breathing hard as he steps up close behind me. I can feel his lips on my neck, warm and reassuring as his tongue trails down my skin … “Shit, would you stop doing that?” I choke out, but Bohnes just laughs at me. The sound is low and full of introversion, and it’s just fucking terrifying. But I like it. Because he only ever laughs when he’s getting what he wants. In this case, that just so happens to be me.
