“I’ll fix your hair,” he said, pulling a comb out of his inner coat pocket and holding it up. “Oh,” I said. He unbent and stood behind me, carefully rearranging my hair. “You’re good,” I said, eyes downcast. He smelled delicious. I remembered for a moment my crush on his brother, and felt my cheeks flush. “I have a female body,” he said briskly. “All right, you look fine.” Actually, though I hated to admit it, I looked quite good. “Thanks. And here, your tie is crooked.” I straightened it self-consciously, and smoothed his collar. It was while we were in this pose, with me up on tiptoes, him
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