“Or are you just saying that to get me naked again?” I start coughing. He’s chuckling, dimples out on full display like the goddamn beautiful asshole that he is, while I’m busy trying not to hack up my lungs, tears cresting my eyes. “Are you trying to kill me?” I rasp, rubbing my sternum. He rolls his eyes. “Drama queen.” I mock-gasp. “Now I’m a queen?” He’s full-blown laughing now, and if I wasn’t so goddamn taken aback by the sight of it, I’d notice that nearly everyone here has tuned into this corner of the bar.
