Ziggy almost dropped the bottle he was pouring from when he heard that offer. His heartrate shooting through the roof. He set the bottle down to stare at his guitarist. Hell, if he was going to offer and be this clueless after how their first meeting went all that time ago, he was going to take advantage.
Ziggy walked right up to Mick, put his hand on the guitarist's hip and slid his hand back toward his ass. "The fabric feels good on you. I could touch it all night."
That was devious and probably uncalled for but something had to give.
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Ziggy walked right up to Mick, put his hand on the guitarist's hip and slid his hand back toward his ass. "The fabric feels good on you. I could touch it all night."
That was devious and probably uncalled for but something had to give.