"I save for my spitting for overpasses," Nathan said, smirking. "There's nothing more rewarding than getting the chance to hock one on a fancy, foreign car."

But no, he wasn't spitting on her. He did drip some more of that liquid onto her wrist before raising said wrist to his mouth and licking it slowly off.

Yep. That was his form of repayment. He couldn't just go for a cheek kiss like she had. He decided that she deserved to feel just a little bit more.