QUOTE : Don’t even bother,” I tell her. “That batting eyelash trick doesn’t work on me.” “I’m well aware that you are immune to my charms,” she says with a laugh, pulling out of my arms to walk ahead of me. Her ass, though. That little sway of her rounded hips seduces me every time. The way that dress molds to the curve of her— “Damn! You’re doing it!” I say, realizing the lashes don’t get me, but I fall for that ass every time. She’s looking over her shoulder watching me watch her ass, mischief in her grin. I love that the woman who once asked if her ass was square feels confident enough in my love for her body exactly as she is to use that ass against me.