Menace
“I swear to God, Mason, if you spray me with that water hose, it's on." Karina gives me a menacing (no pun intended) look. It's almost enough to make me want to spray her, just to see what she may do. Sometimes she's all talk, other times she's a force to be reckoned with.
A smile plays on the corners of my lips, as I hold my finger off the trigger of the hose we're using to wash her car. My tone, and look, is innocent. “Would I spray you on purpose?"
Her head tilts to the side, looking like she's trying to tell if I'm a calculating bastard today or not. “Given that it's the bowels of hell hot out here, I should be begging you to spray me, but I don't feel like having a wet t-shirt contest." She gestures down to the white tank top she's wearing.
Truth be told, I'm not into letti
