“Shame on me?” Ryan said, finally finding his tongue. “What did you expect me to think? You’re standing naked in my kitchen.” “Technically, I’m half-naked.” I stepped out from behind the kitchen island, and Ryan’s eyes shifted to the pants sitting low on my hips. “Holy shit,” he muttered, and then shielded his eyes, making me laugh.
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