“Please tell me I didn’t pass out because of the Happy Brownies and that I’m dreaming all of this,” I murmured when his mouth finally stopped savoring mine.
“How many did you eat?” he asked.
“Mmm... two? Or was it three? Honestly, I have no idea...”
He looked at me disapprovingly before tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
“That’s not good. That many m*******a brownies can hurt you.”
I pouted and rested my head on his shoulder. I felt very tired.
I smiled and dared to move my hands beyond the acceptable limit. Just as I was about to reach my goal, Easton grabbed my wrists and turned to look at me.
“Hey,” he complained.
“That’ll have to wait for another day, baby. When you’re not under the influence. If you behave, I might even let you put a part of me in your mouth,” he said wit
