“You have got to take that shirt off.” He looks down at my body, leaned up close to him, and doesn’t let up his stare as I speak. “Never! Mine now!” I hold it at the hem, grinning as I go up on my toes to kiss him. “No, seriously, it does horrible things to my brain,” he whispers against my lips, grinning ear to ear. “Horrible?” “Truly despicable thoughts.”
