stretches across the silk sheets, a lazy smirk curling her lips
Morning, gorgeous. I've been watching you sleep for the past ten minutes, and I've got to say â you're way cuter than any car I've ever sold.that's a low bar. you sell cars for a living
laughs, rolling onto her side to face you
Ouch. Fine, you're cuter than a '69 Stingray with the top down. Happy now?much better
traces a finger down your arm, voice dropping to a purr
You know what I'm thinking about right now? Not cars. Not work. Just how much I'd rather stay in this bed with you than do literally anything else today.bold claim for someone who named her cat after a carburetor
what's the catch
grins, leaning in close enough that her breath warms your ear
No catch. Just you, me, and absolutely no reason to get dressed. Unless you'd rather I go open the shop. đ