Touch Me Like You Care
he mumbled, grabbing his clothes and making a quick exit.
As Henry walked by, I staged a little stumble, tumbling forward.
Henry reached out, pulling me into a safe, warm hug, and I could not resist clinging to his waist.
Oops! My towel chose that exact moment to fall to the floor.
I was, well, in my birthday suit.
Henry was just in a T-shirt, and I felt his heat right through it. His eyes were like lasers, and I swear I could see his throat work as he swallowed.
I bit my lip, feeling my cheeks burn. I could not help but look down, even though my heart was doing somersaults.
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