“You.”
One word, one simple little word, and she felt like her stomach was flip flopping around, a blush creeping up along her neck, her form stiff against him. How did he have such power over her?
“Y-You can see me without it,” she murmured, innocently thinking about herself in his work shirt instead. “That might be better.”
Jack’s face turned purple, and he stared at her with wide eyes.
Jack Maple 