““I watched him, my cheek resting on my hands, and as he straightened, he smacked my butt. "Pervert." I murmered. He winked. "You like it." "Maybe." Laughing he picked up my cardigan. "Let me help." I raised my brows at him but lifted one arm with a sigh. Dressing me in the cardigan was like herding wildcats, but he stuck with it, securing each button. "I want to come home in the morning and find you in my bed wearing just this." "You really are a pervert.””
