shook my head, my eyes still fixed well below his face. Okay, this was ridiculous. “Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” I blurted. “Aren’t you cold?” Jonas glanced down with a frown. “Sorry. I was about to work out, and I generally get overheated. Does it bother you?” How to answer that question. Yes, it bothered me, but probably not in the way he thought. I was concerned I might begin to drool, or possibly drop to my hands and knees and crawl across the room to lick his stomach.
