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My body erupts with tingles. “Out?” I repeat stupidly.
He nods as Lev looks up at his brother and chirps, “I want to come, too.”
Uri’s head swivels in Lev’s direction in shock. “You do?”
Lev nods, though a little uncertainly this time. His gaze veers slowly to me. “Only if Alyssa is coming, though.”
Uri’s eyes are wide. I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess that Lev asking to go out is not a common occurrence. But judging from the little furrow in Uri’s brow, I’d also guess that he is more reluctant than excited about that small inch of progress.
“If you really want to, you can come with us,” Uri decides mildly. “But only for an hour or so. You have physical therapy today and you can’t miss it.”
Lev nods and starts in on his last pancake. Uri’s eyes find mine and there it is again—that heated eye contact. That pregnant silence.
I break both by grabbing Uri’s empty plate. “I’ll just get these out of the way.”
I’m standing at the sink, washing his plate by hand when I feel him at my back. He slides in right behind me without actually touching me. His lips are at my ear, his breath gently stroking my neck.
“Thank you.”
Then, without another word, he leaves.
35
ALYSSA
First things first—I need to get changed.
But the moment I enter the walk-in closet, I stop short. Something’s not right. Or depending on your perspective, something isveryright. The half-empty racks, shelves, and open cupboards are no longer half-empty. There’s a wealth of new clothes staring back at me, blinding me with their shiny new fabric and their shiny new labels.
I do a slow lap. Dresses from Valentino. Pants from Prada. Bags from Gucci. Heels from Louboutin. My head is spinning.
Some of the fabrics feel too luxurious to touch, let alone wear.
After combing through the entire wardrobe, I find my old clothes folded away in a small corner of the walk-in. Something about knowing that I could always fall back on what I know makes me feel more willing to branch out into this strange new world of French and Italian luxury.
So I turn back and pick an outfit from my upgraded closet, opting for a black Balenciaga miniskirt that’s entirely too cool for me and a snowy white Saint Laurent sweater blouse. I pair the two with leather buckled Jimmy Choo boots. The Garfield underwear remains firmly tucked in its drawer.
Then I spend a few minutes in front of the mirror, marveling at the woman staring back at me.
This chick iscool.
Taking a deep breath, I strut over to the door. I’m only halfway down the stairs when Uri appears at the landing. He’s wearing dark, slim-fitting jeans and a dark sweater that hugs his sculpted chest perfectly. He’s also wearing a knowing smile that’s all for me.
“You look beautiful,narushitel.”
It’s a fairly conservative compliment, at least compared to some of the things he whispered in my ear during last night’s midnight fuck, but the way he’s looking at me is far from chaste. My heart races as I try not to blush.
“You went shopping for me?”
He shrugs. “You needed clothes.”
I frown. “I live right next door. I have a bunch of clothes over there that you could have brought over.”
“You neededbetterclothes.”
I roll my eyes. “Okay, you snob. You still didn’t have to buy so much. I doubt I could wear that many outfits in one lifetime.”
There’s a glint in his eye that feels thrillingly possessive. “I wanted to spoil you.”
