“It’s not great.”
“It kind of is.”
He glared at me. “For you.”
“Yeah.” I settled back in my seat. “It is, actually.”
“You’re unbearable.”
“I just found out you don’t like other guys touching me. You want me to act like that’s not a big deal?”
He didn’t answer.
That made me grin all over again.
After a second, I asked, “So what part really got to you?”
“All of it.”
“That’s not specific.”
“It’s the answer.”
I laughed. “You hated the rolling.”
“I didn’t hate it.”
“You hated the no space.”
He stayed quiet.
I tilted my head. “You hated when I had that guy pinned with me on top of him?”
He still didn’t say anything.
“You hated that when I was on top of him, my crotch was against his?”
His mouth tightened.
“Oh my God,” I replied. “That one got you.”
“Rowan.”
“It did. You watched me wrap around somebody and lost your mind.”
“I didn’t lose my mind.”
“You got close.”
He let out a breath. “You are never letting this go, are you?”
“Absolutely not.”
That got the smallest smile out of him, and I caught it right away. “There it is.”
“Shut up.”
“You smiled.”
