“Well then I’m going to have to make it back to my room without this dress falling off of me.” His lips twitch, and I know him well enough to know that he’s likely restraining from saying something wildly inappropriate in response. But when he takes a step toward me, he only says, “Fair enough.” “It doesn’t need to be tight,” I say, turning slowly toward the tree. “But I do need the dress to stay on.” I barely hear his soft steps behind me before I feel his fingers brush my bare back as he gathers the laces. He pulls gently at the ties, as though almost unsure of himself. I almost laugh. The
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