I felt my heart rate skyrocket as he began to unbutton my jacket. My hands instinctively moved to stop him, but paused mid-air, unsure. "I... I'm just..." My voice trailed off as the last button popped open, revealing the thin, white blouse underneath.
His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of my heaving chest, the thin fabric of my blouse doing little to hide my racing heart. "Just what?" His hand slowly snaked under my unbuttoned jacket, resting on my hip possessively. "Just really, really warm?"
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