" Holy mother of God, that feels good.
“I’m not having sex with you,” I say primly and try to inch away from him.
“I didn’t invite you to. Stop squirming.”
He nuzzles my neck, making my eyes cross, and continues to play my stomach like a freaking guitar. Then he pushes more firmly against me, making me giggle. “Whatever it is that’s pressed to my ass disagrees with you.”
“That’s nothing. Just a flashlight.”
I burst out laughing. “Do you carry a flashlight in your pocket often?”
“Mostly just in the morning,” he replies seriously and kisses my neck, right under my ear "

― Kristen Proby , Listen to Me (Fusion, #1)