Call him biased, but Zeke thought Harley looked damn fine sprawled across his bed--but then, who didn't? He watched her as she lay back, the way her stomach stretched below his hands, the shift of her ribs, the fall of curling hair against the mattress. She was only a few inches shorter than him, but somehow she still seemed almost fragile, breakable, despite knowing just how untrue that may be.

"Less would be boring," he answered with rackish grin. Zeke was attracted to her personality, first and foremost. Never ending legs and flat stomach were just a delightful bonus.

He chuckled at her question, lowering his head so his lips slid against her skin as he spoke. "Part of the plan." There was just the matter of cleaning off the blood...but he kept finding himself distracted. To no ones surprise.

With a thoughtful hum his palms slid higher along her sides, disappearing under he shirt.

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