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“You don’t have to help.”
“I know, but I’d like to.” He got down in her face until they were nose to nose. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I like touching you and I’ll use any excuse I have to.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.”
“Okay, well, let me get dressed and you can help me wash my hair.”
“You can do it naked.”
“You’re not naked.”
“I’m not washing my hair.”
“Perv.” Mandi laughed. She was completely at ease with her nudity, him in clothes, and their light, teasing banter. There was no ‘gonna fall’ because she was already so far gone for him. If she hadn’t had a crush on him before, she would have one by now. He made it so simple to like him, to want to be with him.
He licked his lips and thrust his hips at her. “Every inch, baby.”
