“Excuse Colton’s lack of manners.” He offers me his hand, waiting for mine to be placed into his. “Touch her, and you will lose that hand,” Colt seethes beside us, and to my relief, the offered hand is dropped. The man straightens his jacket and attempts to stare at Colt with what I assume is his version of intimidation. “You never were good at sharing.” Humour Book:Scratched Surface Source: Scratched Surface
“You hungry?” Whiplash change of subject, but okay. “I could eat some food.” “Appreciate the clarification. I wasn’t sure if you had changed your mind about needing to walk properly.” I roll my eyes, which prompts him to quickly flick my nipple. “Ah! What was that for?” I yelp. “You rolled your eyes.” He shakes his head once. “Bad habit.” Humour Book:Scratched Surface Source: Scratched Surface
“As silence lingers between us, tension continues to rise, and if a person with a knife even thinks about cutting it to see how thick it is, I'll cut the bitch myself.” Humour Book:Scratched Surface Source: Scratched Surface