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[ When that text arrives, he looks at it immediately. She can't see it, but he's sure she can imagine the smug look on his face. That smarmy grin spread across his features. And he can't help it. He has a very active imagination, his hand drifts to the bottom of his shirt, and he'll do exactly as she said via text. He pulls it up over his head before he finally replies. ]

i'll start to pull off that shirt
slowly of course

you know i enjoy the way your cold hands feel on my chest
they won't stay cold long tho ;)

[ He takes a moment. He discards the shirt before he returns to the text, because he has a feeling he's not going to need it anyway. ]

i'm at such a disadvantage
you got a preview of what i have on

but

i don't know what you're wearing