After another minute of her swallowing his face, he grabs her wrists and gently pushes her off of him. He wraps the towel around his neck as she juts her bottom lip out and looks up at him with a sultry pout that she’s clearly perfected over the years.
“Daddy is refusing to give me money. He keeps going on about getting a job and learning the values of having one and earning my own money,” she tells him.
“He’s not wrong,” Reid replies, walking over to the bench where I’m sitting and grabbing his own water bottle.
“Ugh. I didn’t come here to get another lecture from you. You’re supposed to be on my side. Besides, I’m too pretty to have some dead-end job. Especially when I have you two to take care of me,” she says with a smile, starting to wrap her arms around his neck but pulling
