He’s not squidgy.
“The shoes?” she blurted. “Sorry.”
“They’ll dry.” He grinned again, making her brain swim, every rational thought slipping out of her grasp like an elusive goldfish. She was not worthy. Heck, she wasn’t even capable.
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