"Be still my Betty White," I said softly.
"What?" he asked without looking up, one corner of his mouth lifting playfully.
I walked forward and stopped at the edge of the bed. "You. Reading. That is probably the sexiest thing I've seen a man do."
His mouth widened and he finally looked up at me, closing the book in his hand and setting it aside. "Clearly you've never seen me pole dance."
I love these two!