Part 1 of “why did this turn me on so bad when I wrote it?”
Charlie appeared a moment later, stepping in close enough that his hand brushed her lower back.
“Can I get you anything?” he asked in that low, husky voice of his.
Charlie appeared a moment later, stepping in close enough that his hand brushed her lower back.
“Can I get you anything?” he asked in that low, husky voice of his.
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