Shit.I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping that when I open them that photo has magically disappeared. It hasn’t, and now there’s a message from Maeve underneath it.
That’s it. That’s all she says. She doesn’t mention what I’m wearing and I am breathless with the relief of it all. Except I see she’s still typing.
And suddenly I’m feeling more than relief. I’m feeling joy, the kind that has me fidgeting my feet and feeling tight in my chest. I’m feeling joy at her not only noticing my negligee and liking it, but also thinking about what else would look good on me.
Much to my surprise, after putting my phone back to charge, admiring my negligee briefly in the mirror in the low light that filters through my windows, light I tell myself comes from the stars above me, I climb into bed and do just as Maeve instructs.
Chapter Twelve
