HIS WIFE'S SISTER

she stood there, fingers sti

perfume fading from the room. All she could think about was how Dor

it sti

an to try it

blue dress was cold against her skin at first, silky and tight

the back fully.

the mirror, something

t wasn't sixteen-year-old Cassi

ed like

s room-she looked like somet

oor c

un too

tood the

t move. They d

id, but his voice betrayed h

rs twitched ne

ust-" sh

didn't

saw the look

. Not no

ng

deniable

pped f

eathed, though

't w

ok at me

looked at y

n her chest, in her

d in fron

ching.

t have kept i

ld've t

odded

lifted. Slow

bare shoulder.

n't in

didn't

ing a strand of hair. His thumb brushed b

he right thing," he said

arried," sh

as l

hand lower.

e zipper a

n't pu

hel

ave," she wh

id no

eath touch

th

epped

. No di

t h

om," he said. "When y

e was

ai

bed, dress still wrapped aroun

he was barefoot again. Shirt unbuttoned this time.

ed in th

ere because of

ooke

o help with paperwork. Sa

" he

o back to a life that does

epped

efore this," she a

. "Then don't p

eyes l

e smal

came

n't ki

is hand landed at her wais

Because it reminded me of you

him when he tu

hen his other han

when his thumb traced

d

didn't

e breathed,

to give," he murmured. "But don't

art th

d in-just

reheads

re it w

t l

away from