I even admit that part of it was my fault. His tanned upper body looked better, and as if he'd heard me think it, he lay back against the sheets I blushed and tried again. It closed his eyes, and bowed his spine.
I jumped, because I hadn't heard him slide out of the car. I sat up so I could run my fingers across the bottoms of his feet, and he sighed, Oh, God. I might have complained, but Jean-Claude roared through my head. If it was a friend, they'd call back.
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