"We're husband and wife. I really just came to check on my husband, that's all."
"Really?" A playful smile tugged at the corner of Yuri Sinclair's lips.
"Really!" Ashley Bowen raised her hand as if to swear an oath, but as she moved, she realized she was completely stuck.
'Her jacket zipper was caught on something!'
"Get up. Stop playing dead!" Yuri Sinclair patted her, seeing she was still sprawled on top of him.
But Ashley Bowen just looked embarrassed and awkward, pointing at her zipper.
When she'd tried to get up, her jacket zipper had slid all the way down, leaving the front wide open and revealing the modest tank top she wore underneath.
'Her face flushed crimson. Thank God she was wearing something underneath. Otherwise, it would have been just like that time in the bathroom—utterly mortifying.'
'So embarrassing. Why do I keep getting into these ridiculous situations with Yuri Sinclair? It would be impossible for him *not* to misunderstand.'
