Henry Smith grabbed a towel from the suitcase to dry himself off and still had the nerve to mess with me—halfway through drying, he leaned over to do it for me, sneaking kisses as he went. I couldn’t get mad, and pushing him away felt too awkward.
He even had the audacity to flash a smirk. "Cold? I know something that'll warm you up real quick, want a demo?"
He didn’t have to spell it out. That shady grin said it all. I bit his neck hard and rolled my eyes. "Don’t forget there’s someone in the trunk. Unless you're into putting on a show, I’m not down for that kind of drama."
Henry was just messing around anyway—car s*x wasn’t really in the cards. But yeah, he’d totally blanked that we had another body in the backseat.
At my reminder, he frowned, looking annoyed, and shot a gl
