I can't say I remember this bit in the book,' she commented when he was finished and she was sweeping an applicator along his collarbone and pressing it lightly into the hollow beneath.
'They call it “artistic licence”. '
'Not just the producers trying to shoe-horn in a scene involving you in a wet shirt?'
'Why would they want that?' There was a soft gleam of white teeth as his lips parted in a smile.

Auteur: Rosie Jamieson