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I snort. He’s been saying stuff like that all night, so maybe I should be used to it by now, but it’s so outrageous. Him distracted by me. “I can just sleep in one of your T-shirts or something.”

He prowls forward, his eyes skimming slowly down my body. “I wouldn’t mind if you slept in nothing.” When he’s a breath away, he slides his hands up under my tank