Callum removed his coat and handed it to me. He peeled off his sweater, revealing a stripe of toned stomach muscles, just for a moment. My eyes widened, greedy for more. Would he be ticklish if my fingernails gently grazed his happy trail? Or would he suck in a breath and mutter something dirty at that kind of tease? What would he do if I kissed the plane of pale skin, going lower … lower … I schooled my features once I realized why he was stripping in the street. Clearly, he was a gentleman. And given my thoughts, I was clearly no lady.
