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“Well, what did I tell you, Jon?” Although her tone sounded disappointed, Jon could hear her smile. “The tanning spray is not the same as sunscreen.”
He sighed, closing his eyes from the window that looked out upon the beach, at the feeling of Dany’s aloe-coated hands rubbing up and down his back again.
“You were using it.”
“To get tan.”
“Oh?” he exclaimed sarcastically. “Thats what you use it for? Given the bloody title, I never would’ve guessed.”
She hummed a laugh. “So I could get a tan. I’m not from the North.”
“Your skin’s fairer than the ocean’s foam. Don’t see why I need sunscreen and you don’t.”
“You should be able to feel the reason, at least.”
That was no lie. He had sunburn before, but nothing like what the Essos suns had just gifted him.
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Don’t fret, my love. Jon Snow…sunbathing. I’m surprised you didn’t melt.”
“The same way I thought you would freeze?”
She placed a kiss on his spine. “Gods, we are oxymorons of ourselves.”