Mia smirked back at him contemptuously. Of course she was retaliating. He should have known better.
Her smirk faded to look of surprise as his hands slid under her bra, but she, for reasons she opted not to process, she didn't stop him from pulling it over her head. She should have been uncomfortable like this around him, but she wasn't. It was hard to be self-conscious around someone you knew appreciated your body.
His lips pressed against her lip, and Mia let out a soft noise of contentment as her hands slithered up his back to grip at his shoulders.