Misty

“„One down,” I said, turning to Kale. He wasn't paying attention. His gaze was fixed on the red silk baby doll in my hand.
„What is this?” he asked, rubbing the satiny material between his fingers.
„Clothes” I said. „For women.”
His eyes widened. „Girls wear this?”
„Yeah, but usually not for long” I chuckled.
Kale turned as red as the teddy. „Are you going to wear this now?”
„Umm. No,” I said, blushing.
He seemed a little disappointed and I stifled a laugh.”
― Jus Accardo, Touch