I clutch the top of the sleeveless gown and tug it up, gawking at him. “What were you thinking—” “I was thinking,” Kai shoves his hands in his pockets, the perfect picture of nonchalance, “that you couldn’t breathe. And as much as I like that dress on you, I figured you would look just as good in it with the laces undone.” He dips his head and smiles to himself, apparently humored by this. “So you could breathe, of course.” He winks. He winks. I’m fuming.
