“I didn’t want to throw you under the bus, Snow, but Gracie wasn’t the only one singing in her sleep last night.” His lips grazed my ear. “Oh, yeah?” I asked, as we stepped outside. “You like my head buried between your legs, don’t you?” His voice was all tease, and I squeezed my thighs together to stop the ache that was building. “It wasn’t a terrible way to fall asleep,” I said as we walked toward the bus.
