He turns from his analysis spell to give me a quick once-over. Or what he clearly meant to be a quick once-over. But his eyes shoot to where I’m peeling off my hoodie. My T-shirt is caught on the hem and I can feel both rise up, a gust of cool air brushing across my bare stomach, making my abs tighten. Elethior stares at that line. That revealed skin. It itches. Prickles right where my stomach runs along the edge of my pants.
