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9. What in The Hell Are We Doing?
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2022-02-22 00:00:15-Aline-
His T-shirt is soft against my thighs. Fascinated, I study the dark, rugged vision of him, still blocking the sun's fading rays. If his fidgety stance and inability to rest his eyes on my face is any sign, Jian is as shocked by my flirtation as I am. His eyes slide away, refusing to meet mine. Instead, his gaze skims the length of my legs. My heart thunders at his unadulterated perusal. The crashing waves mask the sound of the rapid heartbeat pounding in my ears.
While his shout off the cliff was not as masculine as he would have liked, Jian seems to think manly thoughts now. His stance, hands shoved deep into his pockets, hides the evidence of his desire within his dripping shorts. My lips twitch, wanting to curl into a smile. I am pleased by his reaction to the sight of me.
For just a moment, I shut my eyes, seeking some privacy to consider what exactly the hell it is I am doing.
"Is that an invitation for me to manhandle you?"
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