“I have wanted you since the moment Remme and Skylar brought you to our cabin eight months ago. I wanted you when you were angry with me and when you were scared and when you were reckless. When you were in your dress from the palace and when you were in those outfits of Sky’s.” He strolls forward, letting his eyes sweep over the slip, and my bare thighs, before he stops in front of me and traces one strap of the slip with a callused fingertip.
