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“You’re wearing…” Jack started.
“Your t-shirt?” Samira finished. She slid her hands from collarbone, over her breasts, across her belly and back to her thighs. The t-shirt was old, worn soft and thin, and she knew that he could see her nipples through the fabric. “I hope you don’t mind.”
She shifted, stretching out her legs, holding her feet up. “I also borrowed a pair of socks.”
That was how she’d found the ring.