She pulled away from him, running her hands through her hair as she blew out a sigh. "If anyone knows, they're not telling." Her voice was mild, and even, but her eyes were hard and fixed on his.
Not here. It's not safe.
Deliberately breaking the mood, she pulled his shirt over her head, tossing it back at him. "Here," she said, heading for her bedroom. "I'm going to put on some clothes. Have a seat; I'll be right back."
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Not here. It's not safe.
Deliberately breaking the mood, she pulled his shirt over her head, tossing it back at him. "Here," she said, heading for her bedroom. "I'm going to put on some clothes. Have a seat; I'll be right back."