My hand slides over her jeans on her left outer thigh. Her lips twitch, and she moves her blanket, covering my lap with it as she scoots closer. “You’re kind of an asshole,” she says, her voice lowering with her next words. She chuckles, reaching up to push my hair from my forehead. “I don’t like vague and I don’t like assumptions. “I’d tell you to be more specific,” I reply instantly. Her tongue slips out, unease written across her forehead, but she doesn’t allow her concern to keep her from speaking. It’s not hard to tell she’s got something on her mind. Wild green eyes locked on me, shiny, dark blonde hair she left laying long across her shoulders, and plump ass, pretty polished lips. She smiles, but doesn’t say anything, her attention falling to my mouth when I pull my bottom lip between my teeth. “I can think of a few ways to make sure I do.” I slide my eyes toward her.
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