Keeping his back to me, Johnny leaned forward, his muscles flexing beneath his golden skin, rested his elbows on his thighs, and inhaled what sounded like several calming breaths. And then he did something I knew I would lose countless years of sleep over. He turned back around to face me, grabbed both sides of my towel, and pushed them together. To cover me, I realized. Because I had obviously been flashing him. Because let’s face it, that was exactly the kind of luck I had. “I’m so sorry,” I choked out, mortified. “It’s okay,” he told me in a gravelly tone of voice. “Did I—did you see my…?”
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