"Knew it." I tip my head back. "You've got a naughty streak a mile wide."
"Do not!" She swats me.
"Let's see about that." I lean in and whisper the dirtiest sweet nothings into her ear for the next two songs. Annie groans and grinds her hips into mine like a promise. It's pretty evident she approves. It looks like I was right about the naughty streak.
Nope, Annie is nobody's little girl.
She's all woman-and, lucky for me, she's mine.