Slapping a hand over her eyes, she scrambled out of his arms and a good five feet away from him.
“It’s okay Gypsy,” Nick said calmly. “It’s only me.”
He stood up and Gypsy couldn’t resist the urge to peek at him through the very small gap between her fingers. “Yeah it’s you… all of you,” she helpfully pointed out. Feeling around on the ground, her other hand grazed his trench coat and she peeked through her fingers again so she could toss it to him.
“Please cover up,” she managed in a strangled voice.
Nick smirked knowing she was watching him and made a show of trying to figure out which direction he’d caught his coat in. Finally, he got it ‘right’ and slowly slipped it on still feeling her gaze.
“Better?” he asked taking note of the bright blush on her face.
Gypsy slowly lowered her
