Max kneeled on the mattress to slowly slip off the old T-shirt and the boxer shorts she was wearing, making sure his fingers, knuckles and arms brushed her here… and there. When Amanda was naked, he sat back on his heels to study her.
Amanda brought up her arms, an ineffective shield. “Don’t.”
One eyebrow rose. “Why?”
“You’re still dressed. That’s unfair.”
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