
My Candidate For The Week
"Take off your clothes." His voice was huskier than he'd intended.
She blinked up at him, her lashes casting shadows over her cheeks.
Wh-what?"
"Take off your clothes."
"Right now?" she squeaked.
His brow furrowed. "Do you normally shower with them on?"
"No, but I normally shower alone."
"Not today."
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“I've traveled all over the world for the Institute, but I never dreamed I'd meet someone like you."
"Strong?"
A chuckle escaped her. "Yes."
"Handsome?"
"Of course."
"Sharp of wit and skilled with a sword?"
"Absolutely." An other chuckle. "But I mean a man… friend… guy. Oh, I don't know what to call you!"
He savored her amusement—and her earnest words. "Just call me yours. That is all I want to be."
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