Be careful what you think about, right? My naughty memories must have sent sexual vibes out into the universe. The devil showed up beside me and brushed his arm against mine—a featherlight touch. I swallowed hard and tried to ignore him, closing my eyes as if to keep daydreaming. I couldn’t help it. My face was warm with the images flashing in my mind of the sex we had in the back of my new SUV. There was no denying Gary had offered one hell of a test drive.
Gary cleared his throat and I opened my eyes. When I did, all I could do was stare. I’m pretty sure I even forgot how to breathe. Gary was looking at me with a cocky grin, as if pleased with himself. Had he noticed the effect he had on me and that I couldn’t forget about him?