Page 19 of Boys of Fall
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She made a scoffing noise.
“You’ve no idea how many walks down the hall behind you I suffered through while keeping my hands safely in my pockets.”
She huffed a laugh. “An ass man, good to know.”
I tugged at the button of her jeans. “After you show me, I want to touch it.”
She scraped her teeth over her bottom lip. “Okay but on one condition.”
“Name it, and it’s yours,” I said without hesitation.
“Afterwards,” she said as her smile turned wickedly sly. “I get to see yours.”
