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I stare, words escaping me as I commit every perfect inch of her body to memory.

Her lips part, and her tongue peeks out to wet them.

“It’s pretty, though,” she says. “I’ve never owned anything in silk before. But I don’t need it. Who would I wear it for?”

Me.

She doesn’t avert her gaze when she says that.

My eyes don’t leave hers.

My pulse races as fast as a speeding train.

She continues when I remain speechless. “It makes me feel feminine… especially, the chemise.”

Is that what you call it?

“It’s from France.”

Bless the French.

“Even the name of the brand sounds chic––Marjolaine.Ooh Lala.” She giggles.

I don’t crack a smile.

“I’ve felt like a tomboy since shaving my head. And sinceI’ve been walking around in your clothes, I’ve looked like one. This is such a departure.” She fusses with her short hair.

I find my voice. “I told you yesterday, Keira, you’re perfect.”

Her lips part in a warm smile.

“Maybe I need a proper haircut and some makeup.”

“Maybe you don’t need a damn thing.”

“Rhys Hartford, always the supportive big brother figure.” Her tone is almost challenging.

My jaw tightens as my eyes slide over her body. Her chest heaves up and down. With a tinge of satisfaction, I catch the shaky breath she exhales.

“Your breasts…”

The words drop from my lips without my consent.

She lets out a little laugh.

“You noticed my breasts, Rhys?”

“I was never blind.”

“I can tell you more about it later, if that’s okay.”

I nod. “Sure. Whenever you’re ready to talk.”

Silence ticks between us and awareness trickles in.

I’m still staring at her without shame.

I give her another onceover.