GINGER
Tyce stopped suddenly. "Hey, look! A haunted house! What do you think? Should we go in?"
"Are you sure you can handle it?" I teased, pushing on his chest. Damn, his chest felt nice. I didn't even want to remove my hand—wanting the rub it all over, discover every part of his hard, muscular body. A hot shiver was overtaking me.
"Oh, please. Everyone knows the only reason guys like haunted houses is because it makes the ladies grab onto us in fear. And then we can be their knight in shining armor. While your boobs are pushed up against us." He gave me a playful smirk.
"Haha, okay, Mister Big Tough Horny Alpha," I teased.
"Feel free to call me that from now on."
"What's my nickname then?"
"Miss Sexy Beautiful Spicy Damsel."
"Damsel?"
"Yes, Damsel in Distress that's going to pus
