Isla immediately stopped grinding her teeth. She smirked, dropping the sarcasm straight into his face. "Really? I just ate pulled pork, sweet and sour pork, and greasy pork belly. I'm a huge fan of fatty cuts, honestly enough that my whole mouth was practically coated in grease. Didn't you notice the pork fat when you kissed me just now?"
She licked her own teeth for effect, then grinned like an i***t.
Grayson: "..."
If his earlier lip-lick had been sinful and devastating, Isla's crude, deliberately unattractive teeth-licking was somehow its exact opposite in every way.
"Isla!" His voice dropped low, thick with barely restrained irritation.
Watching his composure c***k delighted her instantly.
She laughed, bright and self-satisfied, launching into an unnecessarily detailed explanatio
