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I growled. “No. I’m saying you could’ve gotten much worse, and I don’t like the thought of you getting hurt.”

“Well, I’m already hurt.”

“I mean more hurt, Rae. Stop twisting my words and accept the fact that I give a shit.”

She giggled. “How does that feel to admit?”

I grinned. “Probably more painful than that wrist of yours.”

“You sure about that? Because it’s a pretty gnarly sprain.”

“Gnarly? You been surfing lately?”

She shrugged. “And if I have?”

I smiled. “I’d tell you I’d love to see you in that body suit sometime.”

“And here I thought you liked me naked.”

“I never said anything about not taking it off.”

She blushed again, deepening that color against her beautifully-tanned body. I loved watching it. I adored everything about her reactions. The way she made her hair fall into her face to draw a sort of curtain between us. The way she shivered as I tucked that same piece of hair back behind her ear. The way she turned toward me, begging me silently with her eyes to touch her.

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