It doesn't feel like he's poking ten shades of fun out of me. He's wearing that devilish grin that makes him look far more naughty than nice, which serves as a reminder (not that I need one) that despite being the sweetest guy in the world, Brett is also without a doubt, a red-blooded male capable of lusting and leering.....even at little old me.
"You...you...pervert!" I say jokily, and mock-punch him in the arm because I'm blushing ferociously and I don't know how else to handle this type of situation.
It's one I've never found myself in before. Especially with Brett.
"What?" He asks innocently, making a big show of screwing up his face and rubbing the spot where I barely touched him. "I couldn't exactly help noticing could I? I'm not blind! Also, just for the record.....you have fanta
