Grooming Our Love
I looked away, trying to hide the way my eyes that rolled to the back of my head while biting my lip to stop the heat from rushing to my face.
Sexy and silly at the same time. Yummy.
"Harsh," I scoffed, pulling my gaze back to him after surviving the little heartquake his version of flirting just caused. "He was just being nice, you know?"
I lifted my hand, tracing an imaginary path from the warm line of his neck down to the proud shape of his chest.
"And it wasn’t ice cream, caveman. It was a poop emoji," I corrected him.
He frowned.
"He’s handsome and nice, but he’s still a shit," I laughed.
Hot Chapters