"..."
"You have the day off, right? Let's hang out this afternoon. You were gone for two weeks for military training, and I was bored for two whole weeks!" she said, her tone wheedling.
'Seeing too much of this would be more than my heart could handle.'
"Georgia, have you caught a cold?"
Elliot Sheridan moved quickly. He slipped on his loungewear, walked over to Georgia Thorne's bed, and sat down, mouthing two words to her: 'Reject her.'
Georgia Thorne felt like she was going crazy. Elliot Sheridan was wearing a crew-neck shirt, part of his loungewear, and the collar was wide. As he leaned over her, her line of sight gave her an eyeful of everything underneath.
'I'm not a pervert,' she thought, but a rush of heat surged through her nose, and for a second she thought it might start bleeding.
"Um, I'm really not feeling well today. How about tomorrow instead?"
