Chapter 31: We're the Perfect Blend!
Sebastian's POV
"Gigi said these might work -," I stop short in the doorway of the closet.
Beatrice is in the walk-in closet of what had been, briefly, our room. Her back is to me and the white nightgown is pinned to her sides underneath her elbows. She'd just slipped the thin straps off her arms as I walked in.
"Oh, um, sorry," I cough. I turn to give her privacy.
"Wait!" She looks over her shoulder at me.
Our eyes lock and I feel it in my groin. It's the memory of her skin, soft as petals, I stroked in the library; it's her hair wild and tangled finally loosened from the braid Gigi plaited days ago.
The curve of her ankle peeks out from the hem of the nightgown, slim, and it's how oddly intimate to stand with her barefoot in this closet. She worries her bottom lip with her teeth. Then there is the precariousness of that d*mn nightgown and the promise of the curves it covers.
So, it's a lot.