A sleepy smile pulled at my lips as I rolled onto my stomach, stretching my legs out and pointing my toes. The sheets slipped over my bare skin and ended up somewhere at the foot of my bed. There was either a perverted ghost in my bedroom or Cam was wide awake.
J. LynnGood God, you donโt give up.โ โNope.โ I laughed, couldnโt help it, and his smile spread in response to the sound. โIโm sure there are plenty of girls who want to go out on a date with you.โ โThere are.โ โWow. Modest arenโt you?โ โWhy should I be?โ he shot back. โAnd I want to go out on a date with you. Not them.
J. LynnYeah, because when youโre attracted to someone, you actually enjoy kissing them and afterward, you donโt act like you kissed Adolf Hitler.
J. LynnGiving the tortoise a little wave, I kind of felt stupid afterward for doing so. It just stuck its head back in its green and brown shell. "That's a very interesting pet." "And those are very interesting shorts." His gaze dropped. "What are they?" Leaning forward his eyes narrowed and I stiffened. "Pizza slices?" Heat swamped my cheeks. "They're ice cream cones." "Huh. I like them." Straightening, his gaze drifted up me slowly, leaving an unfamiliar wake of heat behind. "A lot.
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