He laughs, softly, his hands sliding down her back to trace idle meaningless patterns over her spine.
"Heavens no, darlin', but you'll have to give me a minute. Whatever that was knocked the starch right out of me." He admits, frankly, unashamed that she's pretty much taken him down.
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"Heavens no, darlin', but you'll have to give me a minute. Whatever that was knocked the starch right out of me." He admits, frankly, unashamed that she's pretty much taken him down.