“I am stuck.” Max put down his book. “You’re stuck.” “Yes. My hair, and my dress—” I gestured to my neck. “Can you . . . uh . . . help?” He stood there, still, for a second too long. And in that moment, an image flashed through my mind. Hands and skin. Red silk on the ground. I shook it away. Gods, Tisaanah. Control yourself. “Well,” he replied, “you would have to get in line behind all of the other women who want me to undress them.” I rolled my eyes, turning around and lifting my hair. “Have I not earned first place?” A soft chuckle. “I suppose that is undeniable.”
she is first place no doubt
