"We should probably head back downstairs," I mumble into Rhodes's chest, which moves in a quiet chuckle.
"Yeah sure," he replies, helping me slide off the desk. I hunt around the desk looking for my panties, panicking a little bit when I don't find them straight away.
"Did you see where my panties went?" I ask Rhodes as I crouch down on my knees to check if they slid under the desk. I look up at him when he doesn't respond and find him grinning softly. I shake my head and stand up, holding my hand out.
"Give them back," I demand. Rhodes rolls his eyes and takes my panties out of his back pocket, handing them to me with a pout. "Such a pervert," I smirk, leaning my hand on his shoulder as I shuffle back into the flimsy material.
"Hey easy, I just like the idea of you walking around panty-less. Is that a crime?" he half chuckles, straightening out his shirt once I have both feet back on the ground.
"When I'm at your family’s house? Really?" I ask him, raising my eyebrow ever so slightly. He shrugs with a soft smirk.
"Doesn't really matter where, you're hot and I like what I like," he responds coolly. I turn my head and roll my eyes before leaning forward and examining a cork board sitting above the desk. It's littered with old movie stubs and concert tickets.
"You went to a Nickelback concert?" I smile cheekily at him as he shuffles in his spot.