When he looked up again, Sage’s eyes were narrowed on him. “Are you planning on sacrificing me or something? Because if so, I have objections.” She gestured to her trousers, the ones that clung to her thighs. He allowed himself two seconds to admire the shape and remember how good they’d felt gripped in his hands. And then those two seconds were over and he mentally splashed ice water over his head. “Because of your…pants?” he asked, hoping his flat tone would hide his curiosity about the answer. “No, Mr. Literal. Because if I’d known I was going to be sacrificed today, I wouldn’t have worn
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