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We stood on shaky legs, and I tugged my shirt down.
“Sorry,” Tater said to everyone, running a nervous hand through his hair.
Josh waved it off. “You can kiss my shiner in the morning.”
Tater huffed an embarrassed sound through his nose.
I turned to go. Remy had been behind me, watching in worried silence. She nodded and left. Rylen held the door.
“Thank you,” he whispered when I got to him.
“I’m glad you got me,” I whispered back.
I left, feeling my thighs on display, and promising myself that from now on I would sleep with bottoms on. Just in case.
