“Hey, Sugar. You bring me to the most interesting places...” his voice drags across my skin. “Funny you should say that, since I vividly remember not inviting you.” “And I’m doing my best to not take offense.” Zach grins before looking down at my chest. “Looks like you got a little paint on you.” I glance down. “Oh, that’s wine. The giant, uh, flower paintings, took me off guard.” “Hmm,” is all he says before he licks his finger and drags it across the top of my breast, removing the dried drip of wine.
