the same way I wanted it off around V’lane, rooted in sexual compulsion, but merely because I … well, I didn’t know why. But I wanted it off right now, this very instant. I began to lift the hem of my tee, when I thought, Hang on a minute, I’m not going to show Barrons my bra, and pulled my shirt back down. I smiled, faintly at first then bigger, pleased with myself. I stuffed my hands in the back pockets of my jeans and gave him a cocky stare. “I think I’m going to be pretty good at this.” “TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT.” The command hit me like a brick wall and destroyed my mind. I sucked in a
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