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Well, he’s got a point there. “Alright.”

“Did you bring anything you can wear out?”

I frown. “No, I don’t think so.”

Gray stands, and his towel slips down his hips, hanging on by a thread. Dear God, if you let it fall, I’ll never ask for anything again. He reaches down to clutch it in his fist. Dammit.

“Let’s get dressed and go shopping, then.”

Shopping with Gray is always fun. “Alright.”

Studying my reflection, I cock my head. The black jeans I have on are skin-tight, barely even giving me room to breathe, but they make my ass look fire, and the cropped mesh shirt shows off my nipples.

“What do you think?” I ask, stepping out of the bathroom.

I don’t typically dress this way. Not that there’s anything wrong with it. Or even that I don’t like it, but I work at a hospital. I don’t go out often. What reason do I have for dressing like this?

Gray’s eyes snap up, then lock on me. “Um, yes.”

I glance down at myself. “You think?”

“Yeah, you look great.” I don’t want to look great. I want to look hot enough that my husband decides to let us have sex. “Hot, actually.”

I dart my gaze back to his, my stomach flipping. “Yeah?”

Nodding, he swallows hard. “Yeah, definitely. Do you like it?”

Smoothing my hands over the shirt, I nod. “I think so. Don’t usually dress like this.”

Gray stands, walking closer to me. When he’s close enough to touch, he grabs my hand, then spins me around. “And what a shame that is.”

My cheeks burn, and I’m not even sure why. I wonder if Gray gets some kind of kick out of making me blush.

You have the most adorable freckles, and when you blush or your cheeks are flushed, they stand out even more.

Maybe he does.

The thought alone makes my face burn hotter. When Gray notices, he smiles. “Why are you blushing?”

I shake my head. “I don’t know. You’re making me all squirmy inside.”

He raises an eyebrow. “All squirmy?”

A huge smile spreads across his face, then he drops my hand to wrap an arm around my waist and pull me into him. I gasp when he leans down, dropping his mouth to mine. The kiss is quick, but it’s everything, and when he breaks away, I feel almost dizzy.

“Are you ready, then?” Gray asks, putting space between us.

I run a hand through my hair. Can’t believe I came here without anything to tame it. It’s wild and unmanageable.

“It looks good too.”

“What?” I ask, glancing at Gray.

He nods toward me. “Your hair. It looks good.”

I can’t help but laugh. “It looks like a mess.”

For a second, he just stares at me, and then he’s back in my space, his hands fisted in my hair and his mouth on mine. I can’t even keep up at first, my body needing a second to catch up, but when Gray rasps out a quiet, “Kiss me back, Harlow,” my mouth gets with the program.