<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla blushed again, her eyes locked with his. It wasn’t just what she’d been thinking, it was the way he looked at her, the way he stroked her hair… </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“I…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> her voice dropped to a whisper, the words tumbling out rapidly. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Iwantyoutotakeyourshirtoff.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she ducked her head, trying to avoid his gaze.</span>