Tailored Affection

"I... felt bad for ruining so many of your shirts before. Figured I should at least make it up to you," she mumbled, placing one knee on the couch cushion beside his thigh, her other foot planted between his legs.

The position was dangerously intimate.

Vance's pupils darkened, his Adam's apple bobbed visibly, and his voice grew husky. "So, you sewed this shirt yourself?" He'd noticed a small, deli