I try to get up on my elbows, really I do. I cannot be in this much of a jellylike state yet, it’s embarrassing. But all I manage is to lift my head and look down at him, and he’s got his eyes shut, his shoulders bowed forward. “What?” I pant. “What’s—” “You’re not wearing anything under your jeans.” I grin. “You thought I was? You saw how tight they were, right?” “Oh, I saw.” His eyes flip open and pin me in place with ardor. There, that’s what I want; destroy me with a look, take me apart piece by piece, leave nothing behind. I dump kerosene on that energy. “Maybe I’ll go bare under my pants
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