"Come on, it's not that bad." It wasn't like she'd used foul language or anything. But his question did take a deeper rout of thought. Heather took a deep breath. "Do you really want me to answer that deep of a question?" Not that she wanted to hide anything. He hadn't. "For the short answer, I've been friend boxed a lot. If I'm amusing, at least I have that going for me."
She ran her fingers through her hair, as she leaned her head back against the soft cushion behind her. Trying to swallow the tide of emotions that wanted to wash over her. That had absolutely nothing to do with this highly attractive man slowly stripping in front of her. "I'm also not all that good with painting things with pretty words."