"Actually," Sabel said, cutting off my thoughts as she grabbed my jeans and belt. "I don't want to stop either."
Okay, what the f***k am I supposed to do with that?
"I'm not making the decision for you, babe," I said with a forced laugh. "I'll choose wrong, and you'll be all grumpy tomorrow because you're regretful and sore."
Sabel scrunched her face up and then burst out in laughter. That sound eased every ounce of disappointment and frustration I had. My arms wrapped around her as a smile spread across my face. I held her close as she snorted and quickly covered her mouth, but she didn't stop, didn't let herself feel embarrassed. Which I was happy for because she was too adorable and genuine to ever be embarrassed about anything.
"Regretful and sore does sound like an awful combinati
