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“I’m trying to find you something that isn’t sheer.” He kept pushing down his smile, fighting it as it rose.
“Yes, life would be easier if you weren’t so…” I paused as he pulled a dark button up shirt from the closet and held it out to me.
Dace cocked his head, one eyebrow lifting in interest. “Finish your sentence.”
“Self-absorbed. And proud. And vain.” I stomped over to him and ripped the shirt out of his hand. Letting my wet hair fling toward him, I spun around to change.
“That’s a lot of words to describe me. I must take up a lot of space in your head.”
“You’re haughty too.” I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see me. The shirt he had given me was simply buttoned once, so I undid that before I pulled the wet, clinging cloth from my body. Heavy with a surprising amount of water, the shirt slapped against the floor. Quickly, I shoved my arms into the sleeves of the new shirt and got busy buttoning.
When I was satisfied Dace could no longer see the twins, I turned around. He was still smiling, but the blush on his cheeks had diminished.
“Well, we are going to pretend like that didn’t happen.” I clapped my hands and headed toward the bed.
“You can pretend, but I’ll never forget.” His shoulders bounced with his chuckle. With ease, he leaned down for the wet shirt and tossed it overhand into the bathroom. “Now that’s a dream I wish I had had, so I could have the pleasure of seeing that twice.”
At least I knew that he liked what he saw. It still left me wondering how much he had seen of us. He had confessed to seeing the majority of my life. In a way it was comforting, knowing I was where I was supposed to be. Would it be cheesy to say that place was in his arms? Fuck yeah, it was.
Plopping down on top of the blue comforter, I laid back and then rolled to my stomach, making sure my face was toward Dace. He wasn’t watching me anymore. His long, slender fingers picked up the pen as he sat down in his chair.
“Dace?” I said, letting my body sag against the mattress.
“Hmm?”
“Have you seen me naked in your dreams before? Like totally naked?” My eyes drifted shut.
He coughed, then coughed again like he had choked on his dinner. My stomach rumbled at the thought. There was no way that I was going to be able to get up from this spot to eat though. I was simply too tired.
“Um, why do you ask?” The scratch of the pen had ceased.
“Just curious. You said that you’d seen a bunch of my life and our relationship together.”
“Do you really want to know the answer?”
Well, that piqued my interest more. I didn’t open my eyes, but I could feel him staring at me. I could imagine him sitting forward in that chair, his elbows resting on his knees. The temptation to crack open an eye to see if I was right arose, but exhaustion beat it. “Yes, please,” I whispered. I just needed to stay awake long enough to get this answer. Then I would sleep.
“I have seen you completely nude in my dreams. Many, many times. I’ve practically memorized you from the waist down.”
Butterflies rose in my stomach. Or was that the hunger again? Either way, there was a spike of excitement and desire that grew within me at the words. Did that make him seeing my breasts any less embarrassing? I felt like it should but honestly, it didn’t.
“Then why did you blush just now?” I mumbled into the bed.
Dace shuffled, probably to lean back into his chair so he could appear aloof and cool again. “I mean, it’s different when you see them in person, and I wasn’t expecting to see anything so soon.”
It’s good that he didn’t expect things. Even if I kind of wanted to give them.
Chapter12
Dace
Iwished to put my arms down, but the tailor was still measuring. He had insisted that he retake all my measurements for the suit intended for the crowning because apparently when you become king your body changes. At least according to the mousy looking man who was much too close to my face.
An understated version of myself stared back at me in the tall mirror. He looked bored and would soon look boring if I gave the man much more control over my outfit. It was my father’s taste that everything be plain, simple colors, no patterns. He hated the fact that I enjoyed wearing sheer shirts.
I got away with ‘risqué’ wardrobe pieces here and there, after much arguing, so it wouldn't be a total shock to the public when I emerged looking more like myself than ever before. With Ryker at my side, that would help too.
“I want this suit to be embroidered heavily or have a patterned material picked out.”
