“As good as you look in a t-shirt and jeans I can’t wait to see how good you look in the finished dress. Or out of it, even.”
Savannah’s face lit up bright red, to the point where her freckles blended right in with the rest of her skin. That was the hottest thing anyone had ever texted her before, and it only made her wonder how hot it would be if or when Mario finally kissed her. Her lips tingled with anticipation.
She knew that people flirted like this regularly, and was aware of the existence of hookups. The painter was even aware of hookup apps, which were as popular with her peers as the bars were - maybe even more so because of how convenient they were. Savannah had just never been the subject of such flirting before. Her mind was buzzing with vague, dirty thoughts, many of which w
