“You don’t want babies?” he questions, turning off the water, then handing me a towel. Maybe it’s the accent, but something about the way he asked that is criminal. As if a fire is quite literally licking my ass cheeks, I hightail it out of the stall. “Hell no,” I say, wiping the water off my face before wringing out my hair. I turn right as he steps out of the shower, droplets cascading across his tanned skin, clinging to the fine dusting of hair on his chest, and getting lost in the divots in his stomach. My mouth dries. “Okay, maybe.” Both dimples are on full display as he stares at me from
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