Chapter Eighteen
Joshua Greig
Later that evening, the three of them settled down in front of the TV in the living room and fell into a companionable silence as they watched a crime drama and sipped on bottles of beer. They’d eaten dinner, washed up and tidied away, then showered and changed into comfortable tracksuit bottoms and slouchy T-shirts. Well, he and Taylor had. Kim wore some cute pyjamas which had been part of her clothing delivery. The capri-length bottoms were baggy enough that they gave nothing away, but the bee-and-flower-covered T-shirt was just tight enough to show she wasn’t wearing a bra. He hadn’t expected she would wear a bra for bed, but having physical confirmation of that fact certainly didn’t help him to ignore the growing attraction he felt for her.
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