| ~ Don't Get Burned, page 4 ~ |
| My arm tingled where he had touched me, and it felt like it was still there. I shivered and rubbed my arms. He laughed, and then it was my turn to glare at him. THAT NIGHT After we said our goodnights, my thoughts were interrupted by Remy. �Can poor Remy bother y�for anothah pillow?� He asked. I mumbled something and threw him a pillow without much thought or aim. I heard a crash and then a stream of what I took for French curses. I started to laugh, and then the light came on. The crash had been a lamp. The curses had been Remy. He gave me a look that said, �you are laughing because?� I tried to control my giggles, but it didn�t help when he joined in. He started to pick up the broken lamp, and I got up to help him. This night, I was wearing an actual nightgown. It was black silk and wonderful to sleep in! He was wearing the burgundy boxers yet again. Good lord, that man had more sex appeal than�a Chippendale�s dancer! �P�tite,� he said hesitantly. �Yeah?� I said as the light went out, and I climbed in bed. �Y�look�belle.� �Thanks,� I yawned. I knew what �belle� meant. It meant beautiful. That was my last thought as sleep overcame me. |
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