She shrugged the robe off of her shoulders and watched his expression. It was satisfyingly shocked.
"C-c-can I ask what you're doing?" he stammered.
"Nope," she said, her voice sultry.
He'd never seen her like this -- imagined, yes, maybe, a hundred times yes, but witnessed with his own two eyes, never -- and now he didn't know what to do. It seemed so out of character. Like she was someone else. But he didn't think that she was.
Did he want her to be?
He certainly wanted this.
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