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“Because I’m worried you haven’t eaten since last night,” he said bluntly.
Damn.
“You don’t need to worry about me,” I told him, still not moving out of the doorway.
“Which means you haven’t eaten anything.”
“I have nightmares; they don’t exactly make me hungry,” I tossed back.
“That doesn’t mean you don’t need to eat, Akari.” His words were a growl. “Come to my room. I’ll cook something for you.”
“Can you balance the moon, cooking, and having me in the room at the same time?” I countered. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you stared at my breasts.”
His face reddened a bit. “They’re practically pointing at me.”
I snorted. “They’re just breasts.”
“Perfectbreasts.”
Another snort nearly escaped me.
Nothing about me was perfect.
But I wasn’t going to argue about that with him.
“Would you be able to concentrate?” I checked.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I can’t concentrate right now while worrying about you starving yourself, either.”
Stars, he just didn’t give up, did he?
“Fine. I’ll bring my bread and whatever else Diora left for me over to your room, and you can watch me eat while you focus on the moon. I should probably learn how to cook if this is going to be a continuous problem,” I said, stepping away from the door and then striding over to the bookshelf. “I should probably change, too. Close the door for me?”
He stepped inside the room, then closed the door.
I lifted an eyebrow at him, and his lips curved up into a half-smirk. “You didn’t say I needed to stay on the other side of the door.”
My eyes rolled.
“And I’ve already seen you naked.”
I rolled them again, and his smirk grew a bit. “I can turn around if you’d like.”
“It’s fine; it’s not like I haven’t been naked in front of men I don’t know before.” I grabbed a dress and an undergarment off the rack, choosing my second-favorite pair and then setting them carefully on the foot of the bed.
“I’m nothing like the men you’ve known before,” Espen growled at me. When I looked over at him, his face was nearly touching the door, his stiff back staring at me.
Shit, I had offended him.
“I wasn’t comparing you to them. I was just explaining why I’m not sensitive to nudity, in what felt like a simple way,” I said, feeling even more awkward about the explanation by the moment.
Espen didn’t respond to that, so I slipped out of my dress.
I’d been too exhausted to think about hanging up the clothing the night before, and I regretted that as I carefully hung the luxurious fabric. It wasn’t wrinkled, but I wanted to take better care of the expensive dresses I’d been given.
When I’d smoothed the fabric on the now-hanging dress as best as I could, I turned back to the set on the bed and carefully slid into the undergarment, followed by the dress. It was a completely different style from the one the night before, with the neckline cutting down nearly to my belly button and the straps only as thick as my thumb was wide. The back of the dress was nearly nonexistent, and the undergarment was a barely-there silver fabric that would peek out along the edges of the dress just enough to give it a bit of sass.
The slit in the side ran from the floor to nearly the top of my left thigh, and I liked how soft the fabric felt on my skin.
