“Yeah.”
“You’re a fantastic artist, really talented. Why don’t you do something with it?”
“Nah. It’s a hobby. I just like doing it for fun. I prefer working with my hands. Building shit. That’s enough for me.”
“You’re very gifted. Will you make me something one day?”
“What do you want me to make you?”
I tap on my lips and shrug. “First, tell me what kind of mediums you work with? I know you can draw and you work with wood because you made all those cabinets in your RV. What else can you do?”
“Some welding. Luke’s better at it than me, though.”
I lean back against him and glance up at the stars twinkling above us. “How about you make me something and surprise me? I’m sure that talented brain can come up with something.”
Sem grunts in agreement, and I bite back a smile.
“Hey, you think those kids in that van will get arrested?”
“Nah. Maybe. Dunno.”
“You ever had sex in public?” I ask, and Sem shifts me on his lap.
“A few times. You?”
I shake my head. “Nope. Not really my thing.”
“How do you know if you’ve never tried it?”
He’s right. I won’t know unless I try. “Fine, how about this? One day you and I can get it on somewhere public.”
“How about now.”
“Oh my god, no, not now,” I laugh. “I’m not in the mood to be arrested tonight.”
“Life isn’t worth living unless you’ve ended up in jail at least once for doing something fun.”
“That’s not good advice, Sem. And are you telling me you have a record?” I ask, looking at him, bringing our lips entirely too close. He parts his own, and it takes everything within me not to run my tongue along them.
Because if I kissed him, this wouldn’t be casual for me anymore. It’d be so much more.
“Will you tell me why you went to jail?” I ask and lean my head back slightly to remove myself from temptation.
Sem exhales and leans his head back against the window. “Nothing big. I was a minor at the time. Got picked up for breaking and entering. Stole some shit. Stupid kid stuff.”
“Shocker,” I say, then ask, “Have you stolen anything from my apartment?”
Sem looks away from me, and I poke at him. “You have, haven’t you? What did you take? My underwear? Do you smell it each night before you go to bed?”
Sem bites down on his lip, and I poke him again. “Tell me, you creepy man.”
“I’m not creepy,” he grumbles, and I turn around fully, so I’m straddling his hips.
“You are if you stole my panties.”
“You don’t wear panties.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Don’t I? Maybe you haven’t discovered my stash. Haven’t snooped hard enough, big man.”