“I like sleeping in old t-shirts,” I retort. “To keep things fair, you can borrow anything you want from my side of the closet.” Eyeing the huge bulge clad in the black silk of his boxers, I add, “I don’t think my panties will fit you, though.”
His eyes linger on my body like he’s trying to decide whether to ask me to take it off or just let it go. Finally, he looks away. “My sister doesn’t hate you.”
“She doesn’t like me, though.”
“She doesn’t know you,” he corrects. “It takes her a while to trust new people. She’s worried we rushed into this marriage.”
“She understands why I needed to marry you,” he says. “She’s trying to figure out why you said yes.”
“Oh.” My skin prickles with discomfort. “She thinks I’m just some gold digger who cashed in on an easy life. Got it.”
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