Page 15 of More than Paper

“You did say you weren’t sure what you packed.”

“I knew I forgot something.”

I clasp her hand. “No worries. You can wear one of my T-shirts.”

“Oh. Okay. Thanks.”

We move through two hallways to my living quarters.

“Holy…”

“What?”

“This is the size of my apartment.”

I laugh.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“So, you live here?”

“Just while my place is under construction.”

“Is that a palace, too?”

I smile at her but don’t say anything.

“Oh. Sorry. My mouth sometimes doesn’t work right.” Her face flushes.

I’m sure your mouth works just fine.

She’s adorable when she’s flustered.

The red in her cheeks deepens.

She looks away and takes a deep breath.

I don’t want her to be anxious. I tug her into my bedroom. “Let’s get you that T-shirt.”

“Um...all right.”

In my walk-in closet, I open a drawer. “Take your pick.”

She reaches in and finds a stack of T-shirts. Running her fingers over them, she finally pulls one from the middle. “This one.”

“Why that one?”

“It’s the softest.”

“Okay. Get changed.” I leave her in the closet and head for the kitchen where I grab two bottles of water out of the fridge. Then I throw an indie music channel on my speakers.

Quinn emerges wearing my New York First Responders Charity Auction T-shirt hanging off one of her shoulders. Her creamy skin is on display, and I have to hold myself back from grabbing her and licking her shoulder. The T-shirt hits mid-thigh and I scan her bare legs and feet. She catches me ogling her and her blush creeps back in her face.

“You’re pretty cute when you blush.”

She bites her lip, and my pants tighten.

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