“See? You sound like you know what you’re talkin’ about.” “Now to convince Muriel.” “You’ll figure out a way.” He eases my night shirt up, uncovering my stomach and chest. I lift my arms up and over my head to help him slide it off completely. Goose bumps erupt over my body. “Some clever way …” Material tightens around my wrists and, before I understand what’s happening, my hands have been bound to the headboard using my nightshirt. “Jonah!” I tug at the binding in vain. “What are you doing?” It clicks. The hot tub picture. Oh shit. With everything that happened today, I completely forgot
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