“It’s not too much, is it?” “I like it,” Gemma clarified, eyes dancing over Tansy’s exposed shoulders, gaze caressing her delicate collarbone. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly bone-dry. “I told you that you have nice shoulders.” “Why do you think I wore this?” Tansy said, a smile flirting at the edges of her lips. Well, well, well.
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