“Relax. You like me touching you, right?” Beth realized the double meaning to her question. “Um, er, you know what I mean,” she muttered. Thank god Daryl was on his stomach with his face down, because her face was firing up with blush. The redneck wasn’t going to let her get by on that one. “Nah, whaddya mean?” Daryl asked teasingly.
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