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When they were both cleaned up, Sara sat on her couch in only her tee, Leo in just his shorts. He did that sexy thing guys did where he zipped them but didn’t bother with the button so they hung low on his hips and teased her.
He always looked effortlessly sexy, which drove her mad in the best possible way.
They turned on the TV and let it play, but she had a feeling neither of them were really paying attention. She rested against his side, his arm draped over her shoulders. He absently rubbed his thumb under the sleeve of her shirt while she let her mind wander.
“Thank you for coming over.”
He squeezed her arm. “I’m glad I did. This was much better than the pity party I was having.”
“Why were you having a pity party?”
He shrugged and hesitated, which about killed her. Just becau
