“Hey, Handsome.” She takes a step closer. “That wasn’t what it looked like,” I rush out, pleading for her understanding. “I swear, I was sitting there talking to my buddies, and she sat on me. I stood up to push her off and that’s when you walked in.” I’m breathing so heavy I might pass out, but I don’t care. I need her to believe what I’m saying. To trust me. I take a deep breath and allow myself to search her eyes, finding they’re shining with... humor? The fuck?
