“You ever do it up here?” “You sound like you’re twelve.” “And you’re evading.” I give him a long, sideways glance. “No.” He hums, but says nothing more as he leans forward to brace his hands on the concrete siding. “Do you want to?” he asks eventually. I jerk my head his way. He shakes his head, grinning. “Not with me. God, you’re easy.” “What every guy loves to hear,” I deadpan.
lmaoo bye will just does it for me
