I gave a relenting sigh. "Fine! I'll throw on some clothes. Turn around. I'm in my pj's." Pj's that consisted of nothing but a tank top and boy shorts--an image I didn't want to sear into Scott's mind. Scott smiled. "I'm a guy. That's like asking a kid not to glance at the candy counter." Ugh. The dimple in his cheek deepened. And it was not in any way cute... pg 196
Becca FitzpatrickHe grinned. โBusted. Iโm a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless โ and shockingly handsome โ alter ego.โ โAnd Iโm on top of it,โ she announced with witty triumph. โIs that a Freudian slip?โ His bluntness caught her off guard. A self-conscious blush rose in her face.
Becca FitzpatrickTry it on." "It's probably a little snug," I said, suddenly feeling conspicuous. "Marcie tends to buy down when it comes to sizing." He merely smiled. "It has a slit up the thigh." His smile deepened.
Becca FitzpatrickI can't imagine why you're so interested." He shook his head. "Interested? We're talking about you. I'm fascinated.
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