He pauses instantly. “You good?” “Mm-hm.” It comes out like a high-pitched squeak, and I press my lips together in embarrassment as I try to relax. But I can’t do that. Not when I have Callum Dempsey standing between my legs. “I’m not too bad with bodies, but I can’t read minds,” he says, his other hand finding mine where it’s clenched at my side. “So, you’ve gotta talk to me.”
yk in the old like looney toons cartoons where they would see a hot woman and start banging their head with a mallet? That's me right now HELLO.
