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He
nods
,
his
eyes
alive
with
wicked
humor
.
I
flush
,
and
my
gaze
strays
to
his
snug
jeans
.
“
Coveralls
,
”
I
reply
,
and
I
know
I
’
m
no
longer
screening
what
’
s
coming
out
of
my
mouth
.
He
raises
an
eyebrow
,
amused
yet
again
.
“
You
wouldn
’
t
want
to
ruin
your
clothing
.
”
I
gesture
vaguely
in
the
direction
of
his
jeans
.
“
I
could
always
take
them
off
.
”
He
smirks
.
“
Um
.
”
I
feel
the
color
in
my
cheeks
rising
again
.
I
must
be
the
color
of
The
Communist
Manifesto
.
Stop
talking
.
Stop
talking
NOW
.
“
I
’
ll
take
some
coveralls
.
Heaven
forbid
I
should
ruin
any
clothing
,
”
he
says
dryly
.
I
try
to
dismiss
the
unwelcome
image
of
him
without
jeans
.
“
Do
you
need
anything
else
?
”
I
squeak
as
I
hand
him
the
blue
coveralls
.
