“You’re going to need pants, though.” I couldn’t hold in my laugh. “Now, where’s the fun in that?” Trace raked a hand through his hair, pulling on the strands. But then he stepped into my house, backing me up and closing the door behind him. “You’re killing me, Blaze. And there’s only so much I can take before I break.” My breaths came quicker, escaping in short pants as Gremlin growled. “And what happens if you break?” “Neither of us will leave this house for days, and I really want to show you something. So, do me a favor. Turn around and walk that perfect ass upstairs and cover it with some
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