“Only on my chest.”
It’s a foul and disgusting comment, but funny. I don’t respond.
He frowns at my straight face. “It was a joke, Joslin. Just a joke. Lighten up.”
I sit across from him at the bar and let my cup of java cool down. “You’re filled with lots of jokes.” My tone suggests judgment with a hint of irritation.
He rolls his eyes. Beautiful, waterfall-blue eyes I can fall into and wake up to every morning for the rest of my life. Eyes that can tell no lies, even if he tries. “Your mood is about me sleeping naked with you last night, and trying to give you a blowjob this morning, isn’t it?”
I nod, decide to take a sip of the hot coffee, almost burn my tongue, pass on the action, and let the brew properly cool the way it needs. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, young man. Yo
