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He’d switched off all the lights but one, the lamp on the nightstand washing him in magical gold. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. Her heartbeat picked up speed, wild, primal. She was naked. He could see every inch of her, every flaw. But her feet were rooted in place, preventing her from striding back into the bathroom for a towel. “What are you doing here?” she croaked. His hot gaze slid over her, down…down…then back up again, landing on her hardening nipples and staying. His pupils dilated, and he swallowed. “I came to, uh, talk.” “My breasts are flattered,” she forced herself to say, “though I doubt they can answer any of your earlier questions.” Red stained his cheeks, and his eyes snapped up to hers. “You’re the one walking around naked.” “You’re the one sneaking into other people’s rooms.” He pushed out a sigh as conflicted as hers had been in the shower. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have looked.” He meant it; the embarrassment was proof of that. “I don’t regret it, though,” he added.