34. "If you keep looking at me like that we won't make it to a bed."
Separate Lives verse
Monthly bowling night surely has gotten a lot more interesting nowadays, he thought as he connected another strike. The loud cheer coming from behind him made him smile.
He turned around with a smirk. "Thank you, milady." He bowed towards Emma and tried to fight back the goofy grin he knew was coming to his face.
She was wearing one of his bowling shirts, a tight, very tight, red skirt and she had fashioned some sort of black and red pompons. And she had proceeded to cheer on him all night, standing up and swaying her hips from time to time. It was driving him insane, to say the least.
He slowly approached her, staring at her unabashedly. "You know…" He said as he got closer to her. "I heard about this cheerleading fantasy but I've never seen the appeal of it." He leaned in closer, whispering in her ear, "Until now."
He pulled away a little and she noticed his stare. His lustful, sinful eyes looking at her. She remembered that look. It did wonders to her body when he tied that damn scarf with his mouth at the top of that beanstalk. But now, now she could do something about it.
"If you keep looking at me like that we won't make it to a bed." She whispered in his ear.
"We haven't tried the backseat of my Mustang yet." He replied as his hand rested on her hip, very very close to her butt.
"Lead the way, Detective." She purred.