She suddenly seems to sense me leering at her in all her naked glory. She turns her scowling face toward me. “You’re not even listening!” she alleges with a growl. “Of course I’m listening,” I shoot back, a lazy smile sprawled across my face. She huffs in annoyance. “And you’re judging me. Stop judging me. You needed ‘that’ as much as I did.” “Who said I’m judging you?” “Your face,” she hisses accusingly. “That sneaky, little, judgy pretty boy smirk you’re wearing.” A river of silky black hair tumbles over her stabby blue-eyed glare. Suppressing a sound of amusement, I flop onto my back and
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