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But then his expression lightened as he looked me over, and he laughed. “Good morning,” he chuckled. “What’s wrong?” I glanced down to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything important, like shoes, or pants. “We match.” He laughed again. I realized he had a long, light tan sweater on, with a white collar showing underneath, and blue jeans. I laughed with him, hiding a secret twinge of regret—why did he have to look like a runway model when I couldn’t?
He turned then, with a mocking smile, and I stifled a gasp. His white shirt was sleeveless, and he wore it unbuttoned, so that the smooth white skin of his throat flowed uninterrupted over the marble contours of his chest, his perfect musculature no longer merely hinted at behind concealing clothes.
“Are we there yet?” I teased, pretending to scowl. “Nearly.” He smiled at the change in my mood. “Do you see the brightness ahead?” I peered into the thick forest. “Um, should I?” He smirked. “Maybe it’s a bit soon for your eyes.” “Time to visit the optometrist,” I muttered. His smirk grew more pronounced.