“This. What happened between us. All the sex. Are we doing more of that? Or is it a one-and-done scenario?” One of my cheeks quirk up. “I think you mean six and done, baby.” “Don’t baby me right now, Eaton. I’m serious.” “Me too, Red. Should I pull over? We can make it seven and counting.” “I hate you.” She crosses her arms like she’s pouting. I know better. Willa isn’t a pouter. “Right. But you love my dick.”
