“Oh God, I’m not wearing pants.” “Nope,” I answer, bringing my glass to my lips. “You just saw my ass.” “Correct.” “You were just staring at my ass.” “You can keep saying it in different ways but it’s not going to change the fact that, yes, I saw your bare ass.” “Well, this is embarrassing.” “Only if you make it.” With one hand, I grip the counter behind me, keeping myself from reaching out and pulling her in close so I can smooth my hand over her perfect rear end. “Right.”
