What happens when modern meets antiquity?
She wore the sweatshirt the larger, more robust Louise provided. And ‘twas all she wore.
His gaze locked on the thick fabric that dusted the tops of her trim thighs. Barely long enough to qualify as decent covering, it gaped near the juncture of her legs. When she shifted her weight, he caught the briefest glimpse of ivory that covered her feminine flesh.
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