She was tiny, seriously fucking small, barely reaching my chest in height. “You owe me a skirt,” she growled, still clutching the fabric by her hip. “And a pair of tights,” she added, glancing down at the huge ladder in her skin-colored tights. Her gaze roamed over her body, then landed on my face, eyes narrowed. “Okay,” I replied with a nod, because in all honesty what the hell else was I supposed to say?
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