I nervously fussed with the lace on my pretty top that somehow Biana convinced me to wear.
It wasn't that sexy, but it was a little more revealing than I'd like. I pulled the fabric over my shoulders to cover as much skin as I could.
"Holding out on me?" Keefe asked, grinning as he bit into a piece of mallowmelt.
I blushed. "Gimme some of that!" I yanked the last of the mallowmelt and shoveled it into my mouth.
"Foster!" whined Keefe.
"Sorry," I said, though not sorry at all.
Reaching over, I held his hand, smiling.