"How about I slap you instead?" I replied sweetly.
"Spark," he said sternly, but I could see the twinkle of amusement in his green eyes. "You can either kiss me here, alone, or I can ravish you in front of everyone when I drop you off."
"Why can't I choose neither?" I whined.
"Because if I let you get away with that, you might think I gave up on you, or that I'm not interested in you, or that you don't drive me fu.cking wild with just one look... And I can't have that, babe," he told me, smiling.
"I don't understand any of you," I muttered.
"I told you Bly," he said. "None of us-"
"Yeah, I know," I cut him off. "You keep saying none of you know anything. Those are just words."
"And kissing you passionately every chance I get are actions," he stated.
Then, before I knew what was hap
