Her eyes dropped to her lap and she fiddled with the hem of her shirt. I took it upon myself to squeeze beside her on Cam’s lap and started to run my fingers through her hair. Soft as fucking sin. Mmm, smells like coconuts, too. Cam grunted. “Are you serious right now, man?” I glanced at Cam and continued slipping my fingers through the best texture I’d felt yet. Shiny, glittery, sparkly hair. “What? You have a lap that would turn Santa into an envious little elf. There’s a lot of ass space here. Don’t be stingy, it’s rude.”
