"Thenwhyareyou—"
Shegnceddownatherself,voicecalm,almostdistant."I''''mnotliketheotherseither."
BeheloosewhiteT-shirtginglightlytoherframe,sheworenothing.
Reyahadneverlikedbras.Shehadneveruoodwhyhumanwomenchosetobindthemselvessotightly.Hernipplesandareocarriedlittlepigment,paleandnearlytranslut,leavinglittleriskofanythingshowingthroughthethinfabriawaythatmightembarrassher.
ButwithJuliansoclose,evecottoncouldn''''tcealthegentlecurvesofherbreastsorthedelicateriseofhernipples.
Colordeepenedacrosstherawpatchesofhisskin,turninghisalreadymottledplexionadarkershadeofcrimson—almostgrotesque,yetheartbreakinglyvulnerable.
"You...you''''rebeautiful,"hewhispered,voicehoarse.HisAdam''''sapplebobbedasheswallowed.
Hiseyesdartedaway,uoholdthesightofhersonear,sounguarded.
Reyatoyedwithhisfingersforamomeouchlightandunhurried,asifstudyingacuriousartifact.Then,withanalmostpyfulindifference,sheguidedhishahthehemofhershirt,pgitgentlyagainstthesoftnessofherchest.
"Ifyouwanttotouch,"shesaidsoftly,"thentouch."
Julianfroze.Hisbreathcaught,aurnedhisheadsharplytolookather,stunned.Hishaedstifflyagainstherskin,unmoving,likeitdidn''''tbelongtohimanymore.
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