Taking pity and wanting to fuck with him, I slide closer to him in the booth. I put my arm around his shoulder and let my hand rest on his pec. A shiver rolls through both of us at the contact, remembering what happened just before we left. “You’re barking up the wrong tree,” I inform her. Micah chokes on a laugh but covers it up by taking a sip of his beer. Her eyes widen. “Oh, so you’re, like, together?” “Yep.” And because I’m an asshole. “We all are.”
