“Well, I’m not playing strip poker. It would be over in one turn.” He looks at me, his eyes flicking from my face down the length of my body and back. I think it’s the first time he realizes I’m not wearing anything but underwear beneath the thin quilt. He blinks slowly, then shakes his head as if to clear it. “Fine. We’ll just pretend, then.” I nod, flushing. Why am I always naked around this man? Not only that, but I’d have to be blind not to notice the way he just looked at me. It was the same look he gave me yesterday in the Summer Palace, and the other night in my Nana’s living room. Like
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