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Vanity Pure and simple

“There’s nothing wrong with my shoes”

“You just about landed on your ass,” he pointed out

Not her finest rope me!”

“Grope you?” He raised his eyebrows “When did I grope you?”

“You touched my forehead”

“Seeropeto see if you had a temperature”

“What? Why?”

“Maybe because you were just standing there, staring atin sharp pants Thought youit wasa hot flush?” There was heat in his eyes, mixed with amusement

She folded her are she’d unwittingly pushed up over the top of her shirt

“Stop staring at me!”

Oh, like you don’t like the interest in his gaze Hussy

His own ar me when I walked up?”

Oh, fuck She could feel her face flaht I think I have a temperature”

His face clearly told her he thought she was a liar He was so right