He tilts his head, his eyes widening as he waits. The small borough of excitement flutters alive in my chest. At the same time, it doesn't seem as late anymore and I'm not quite as tired as I was a few minutes ago.
But a girl doesn't give in that easily.
"You might be able to persuade me."
Huxley smirks, his lips pinched together but still happy. "What about you take off your pants and lie in the bed and we'll see if I can talk you into it?" He tugs his shirts from his chest. The hard lines of muscle shimmer in the lights as his body flexes with the movement. I lick my lips looking at the tone muscles he received either in the military or working on a farm in Hawaii. I don't care where they came from. I'm only glad they're mine.
I sit on the bed not ready for our game to end. "And what
