Kathryn

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I pull the bottle of sunscreen out of my tote bag and offer it to him. “No thanks,” he says as he pulls his shirt off. “I don’t burn.” His skin is a nice golden tan, but I’ve seen darker men get sunburned. I raise an eyebrow. “I’ll be fine,” he assures me. I squeeze a large amount of sunscreen into my hand, then slap it onto his chest. He looks down at his chest, then up at me, his eyes narrowed.
Kathryn
Okay not as mad but still
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