My gaze was drawn to the clean, hard lines of his jaw and then lower, over the broad width of his shoulders, and then to his chest. His shirt read MUGGLE IN THE STREETS, WIZARD IN THE SHEETS. My mouth gaped open. “Like my shirt?” he asked, dropping into the space beside me. “It’s … nice.”
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