Bạn gõ cửa xuống. “Sự hoài nghi vang lên với giọng điệu thực tế của anh ấy. . “Bạn không có quần áo nào trên.” Ồ, Chúa ơi, cô ấy có thực sự nói vậy không?
You knocked the door down.” Disbelief rang in his matter-of-fact tone. “I know,” she answered,unable to say anything else. Unable to look away from his body.”But it’s solid oak.””I know.” She felt the solid oak beneath her and a little shocked that she’d done it, too. If it mattered at all, her shoulder felt a little bruised. And it was the slight pain that brought some reality back into the moment. “You don’t have any clothes on.” Oh, God, did she really say that?
C.C. Hunter, Awake at Dawn