I’m still wearing a bra, and his fingers glide over one of the straps. A lock of dark hair slips over his eye as he studies the undergarment, grazing his thumb over the lace cup. I realize then that the sorcerer may have never seen a bra before. I don’t know what they wore during Memnon’s time, but it probably wasn’t this. I sit up, forcing the sorcerer back to his knees. Then I take his hand. “You undo it from the back.” I guide his arm behind me to where my bra hooks together. Memnon watches my face the entire time, more fascinated with my features than he is with the workings of my
...more
