I do as he asked, bending down to dig through the jeans when I realize that the room's gone completely silent. Glancing over my shoulder, I see him staring at me with wide eyes and realize what I must look like. Naked, wearing shiny shoes and thigh-highs, a frilly apron aaaaand … nothing else. The view must be, um, intense. I barely have time to stand up and turn around before Ranger's there, pushing me up against the first island, his forehead to mine, his breathing harsh and ragged. “Goddamn it, Chuck,” he murmurs, rubbing his face against mine. With a shudder, I close my eyes and grab onto
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