As the bike slowed to a stop, she resisted the urge to quote Tommy Boy. Because she was fairly positive that he hadn't seen the movie. And she didn't want to cause undo alarm. "I know, but grace isn't exactly on my side all the time."
But his fingers dragging down the zipper, robbed her of her breath. After a beat, when she could feel the heat of his fingers against the bits of skin that the simple tank top exposed, she eased her arms out of the sleeves. Swallowing thickly she nodded, and practically squeaked out. "Y-yeah. Much."
Heather's mind wasn't even on the edges of the scars that were exposed around the neck, or the openings for her arms. Nope. It was on the simple fact that he was so very nonchalantly smooth.