“How do you know I’m not a lesbian too?” I asked. The question was meant to come out with a trace of attitude, but it ended up being breathy and light.
As if the sound of my betraying voice amused him, Blaine flashed that boyish grin. My tenacity was going…going….gone.
“Because I’m pretty sure you’re feeling the same thing I’m feeling right now.”
Then he did something that had me yanking my purse open, throwing down a twenty, and high-tailing it out of there in 3.5 seconds.
He took off his worn cap and ran a hand through his hair, the light brown locks settling into perfectly messy “just-fucked” hair. Hair I wanted to grab and tug while his tongue slid against mine. Hair that I wanted to feel tickling my sensitive areas while he worked me over with that metal-studded tongue.
I was in my car and flying out of the parking lot before Angel even made it outside.