Her lips curved into that mischievous grin—one that always meant trouble was coming.
That smile alone told me what she was thinking. She definitely came here planning to tempt me. She was absolutely ready to pull every cheap trick in the book.
The challenge was technically void already anyway. If we wanted to have sex, nothing could really stop us. But she wanted to wait until the snowstorm passed. She didn't want to enjoy herself while her people were out there getting battered by the storm. I understood that. And she understood that I understood. That's why we were both humoring each other.
"I don't really mind," I said.
"Fufufu. I'm glad," she said softly.
