“Where does thou goest, me love?”
“To the . . . er . . . riverside for some . . . er . . . privacy?”
Jinxabell threw me a pissed look.
“That is not what Romeo said.” She threw up her hands defeatedly. “How are we going to get this right if you keep messing up your lines?”
I scratched the back of my neck, and threw her a smile. “Well, with you dressed this way, it’s a terrible distraction.”
She was wearing a spandex top that bared her mid riff, and showcased her cute bellybutton. The jeans she had on were so tight, I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I moved closer and snaked an arm around her bare waist, drawing her close, so close, that not even a piece of paper could come in between us. She snuggled against me, and released a sigh.
“We have to get this right, we. . . no. . .“ She thu
