“Have you ever wondered what makes your skin stay on?” I blinked, looking at Christian in shock. What kind of fucking question is that? “Uh, what?” “Your skin.” He inclined his head to my bare arm, as if I didn’t know what skin was and he was pointing it out to me. “Have you ever wondered what makes it stay on?” “No, I haven’t. Because I’m fucking normal.” I adjusted my position on the couch, eyeing my bodyguard suspiciously. Christian smirked. “It’s a legitimate question. I’m sure I’m not the first person to ever wonder about it.”
