Sinners Condemned : An Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance (Sinners Anonymous Book 2)

These seats are Nappa leather.”

“And my sweater is cotton.”

“What?”

I hitch a shoulder. Glare at the glow of fragmented headlights through the windshield. “Thought we were naming fabrics no one gives a shit about.

“I bet you bite when you fuck,” he says pensively, as if talking to himself rather than me.

My heart hitches. “And I bet you a hundred bucks you’re hard right now,” I answer.

Women don’t fall in love, Matt. They fall into traps