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I mean, he’ll never be bulky or muscular in the way Galen is, but Zenth fits his body now. His shoulders and arms are defined, his pecs and abs noticeably cut, and he has that triangle thing that guys get in their abs like a arrow to the good stuff.
What the fuck am I doing? I can’t be ogling my best friend like this. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to notice.
“It’s not as bad as the traditional Mahara costume you had to wear to Ahex’s harem ceremony.”
I wanted to kill Ahex when she showed me that dress. But, it’s not like I could say no to wearing it—what little of it existed. It’s tradition, and after her parents died, she didn’t have other friends or family to stand by her during the ceremony. Which was a fuck show, but that’s a story for another time.
“Fair enough.” I laugh and pluck at the disgusting dress cloaking my body. It looked nice on the hanger. The fabric is soft. But the cut…not great. Although he’s right, it’s still not as bad as that grotesque Mahara ceremonial dress. “Did it really have to be made of Lavork foreskin?”
“Or have cutouts for your breasts, leaving them completely on display.”
“I did like how airy it was.” I shake my chest for emphasis.
He looks distraught. Like my boobs hanging out at the harem ceremony was more traumatic for him than for me.
I cup my breasts in my palms, lifting them up. “Come on, these are some grade-A tits if you ask me.”
“No one asked you,” he grumbles.
I try not to take it personally. My tits are one of my best features, and he’s been my friend long enough to admit it before. He’s just in a weird mood right now.
I pull the hideous dress off my shoulders and shimmy out of it. When I look up, Zenth is staring at me with an intensity that I don’t recognize. My stomach feels all strange and fluttery and I’m not sure why.
“Are—are you gonna just stand there in your undies? Try something on.”
“Don’t say undies.” He turns away from me. “You know I hate that word.”
“That’s why I said it.”
“You’re obnoxious. I’m finding a different room.” He scoops up one of the suits, a navy blue one I knew would be his favorite, and takes a step towards the curtain.
I thought we were just teasing, but he looks upset. Like he can’t get out of here fast enough. I’m not sure what I did to upset him, but I don’t want him to leave like this, especially when things are already strange between us. I reach for his hand to stop him, and end up miscalculating, grabbing his hip instead. He jerks away, dropping the suit.
It’s like one of those old cause-and-effect machines, everything dominos from there. Zenth trips over the suit on the floor. I try to catch him, but forget the dress I just took off is still around my ankles. Arms flail. Legs tangle.
Umph.
And then we’re on the floor with me sprawled on top of Zenth. My chest presses against his and his arms tighten around me. I’m entirely too aware of his bare skin touching mine. Neither of us moves. That fluttery feeling in my stomach spreads lower. Deeper. I could blame it on the fall, but I feel flushed and breathless in a way that seems more extreme than a simple tumble. I’m not sure what to do with this feeling. Or what to focus on.
His skin is the deepest, most stunning blue right now. And exceptionally soft. Yet the muscles underneath are firm. His eyes travel my face and land on my lips. Gentle fingers tuck my hair behind my ear. Our breaths mingle. His palm presses into the small of my back, and…woah. Is Zenth…? Does he have a boner right now?
I scramble off of him and stand up. “Sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean…”
“Um… no. I’m sorry.” He turns away, and I can tell he’s discretely adjusting himself. “It’s nothing.”
He’s right. Nothing. It was a natural reaction to having boobs shoved in his face. He’s a guy, after all. It had nothing to do with me.
Although… he looks at me with that intense expression again when he turns back around. His eyes dip down to my mouth and he gulps before grabbing the suit in one hand and the curtain in the other.
“Pick something good,” I say, trying to ease the tension. It comes out a little squeaky, so I cover by rambling. “I expect to be wowed. Like if I’m not stunned speechless, I’m making you pick something else. Maybe I’ll have Galen help you. That man’s got style. Yummy, yummy style.”
Something wild, almost primal, crosses his face. “He’s notthatattractive.”
Is he jealous? No, he can’t be. I roll my eyes and pat his chest. “Sure. And I’m not an engineer.”
He leaves and I sink down to the floor, staring at the mirror for a minute, trying to make sense of what just happened. I feel all worked up from that little tumble, and I don’t know what to do about it.
We touch and cuddle all the time, but this felt different. Maybe because we were both in our underwear, but my body responded to him. He responded to me too.
