her black leather skirt hugging her like a second skin. How the fuck did she get it on? How the hell will I peel it off later? Serious questions I need immediate answers to. Scissors, I decide. I’ll cut it off her and send her a new one. Garrett touches his fingers to my chin, closing my mouth. “Christ, Beckett. You good?” I gesture in her direction. “Dude.” That’s all I’ve got. Aren’t they seeing this?
