Sexting?

"Sexting?" Ethan's tone barely makes the word a question, his body feeling flush with anticipation.

Layla stops, her brows furrowing "Oh... Uh..." She chews her lip for a moment, before shrugging it off. "I meant 'girl-talk'."

Ethan might not always be the sharpest tool when it comes to dealing with women, but even he knows a lie when he hears one.

"Don't worry about it..." Layla inches closer, her breath reaching Ethan's exposed skin. "Don't worry about anything at all..."