"You're too much of a flatterer, Hemingway. You know I can't sing a damn note." Abi laughed and placed her hands on his back, slipping close to his body.
She grinned a little more filthily at him and made sure her body was pressed against his, "Not arrested. More like.... stared at, if you're brave enough..." she licked her lips, "Put your arms around my back."