Jade
"None of your business, Stepbrother," I retorted, turning away to open the fridge and grabbing a chilled beer from the freezer. Then, I heard a chuckle.
"I wonder when your snarky responses will ever cease," his deep, throaty voice sent shivers down my spine, but I refused to show any reaction.
"Let me answer that-They'll never stop," Chase interjected with a chuckle, joining us and leaning against the counter opposite me. "She likes to make everything last longer."
I caught the innuendo, feeling a rush of crimson threatening to stain my cheeks.
I couldn't believe he just said that!
This jerk...
"Fuck off, Chase," I shifted my attention to the beer bottle, attempting to open it with my teeth-I'd seen people do it, so I thought I could too. But after just a moment, I realized I couldn't. It wasn't that the cap was too tough for my teeth, or maybe it was, but the real issue was that I didn't know how to do it correctly.