“Jay, anything you do, wear, or say, I’m probably going to like.” He looked like he was going to say some other smart, sarcastic comment that was going to make me want to kiss him even more. Instead, he shook his head and walked into the bathroom, sliding the door shut and locking it. The sound of the shower running came next, and I tried—really, I did—to not imagine him undressing only a couple of feet away from me. I tried, and I failed. I could already practically imagine how his body would look standing naked and wet in front of me, water beading down his chest, over the divots of his
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