would please me greatly to have you mess around in my kitchen anytime you like.” She yawns again, but tries to cover it with her hand. She laughs lightly and it sends pins and needles shooting through my thighs. My hand flexes, wanting to capture the sound in my palm and slip it into my pocket. “Did you mean for that to sound so dirty?” My abdomen clenches. “No.” “I didn’t think so.”
