“I like that,” he says, jerking his chin toward my top. I point at my chest. “This? Oh, it’s not mine. Ruby lent it to me. It doesn’t really fit right.” I laugh, pulling the chain strap back over my shoulder. There’s no way to adjust the tightness so it keeps slipping off every few minutes. “Well, considering every guy in here can’t take their eyes off you, I’d say it fits you just fine.” “What? I—No.” He bites down on his smile. “Come on, Mara. You know you’re gorgeous.”
