“Eileen,” Anders said without looking up from his book, “if you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m going to catch a cold.” Then, slowly, he turned his minty gaze up to look at me. He thought I was undressing him? That single look stripped me bare. A flash of heat crawled across my cheeks.
I replied, “Then you shouldn’t be reading.”
His eyebrows raised a fraction, amused. “Is that your thing?”
OURO
— Nov 17, 2025 12:45PM
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