Chapter 16

  Tessa's POV

  I raise an eyebrow. "What, you want me to take it off?"

  He grins, sharp and wicked. "I dare you."

  I snort. "Yeah, right. Not happening."

  His gaze darkens playfully. "Scared?"

  "Of you? Please."

  He stands up, pulls his shirt off in one fluid motion, tossing it to the ground. ...

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