Page 69 of Hooking Up
"Yeah. Or I could do both."
"Hmm. Persuasive."
"You don't want to go, say so. It won't hurt my feelings."
"Not at all?"
My smile spreads over my cheeks. "You like thinking of me wounded."
"Maybe." She scoops a piece of salmon into her mouth, chews, swallows. "You swear your motives are all located south of your waist?"
"On my right hand."
She shakes her head.
"That isn't enough?"
"Nope."
"I work with my hands."
"You have a left hand. You'll learn to make do."
I can't help but laugh. This girl does something to me. I like it. Even though I shouldn't. "You want me to swear on my cock?"
"It is the source of your motives. Supposedly."
"I swear on my cock. I'm inviting you hiking because I want to spend the afternoon staring at your ass then stripping you out of your sweaty clothes and fucking you."
Her cheeks flush.
"I'll skip the shirt."
She holds out her hand. "Sold."
We shake.
