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I wait until his back is to me before I exhale. I look around.
There don’t seem to be any mirrors in this room. I shed the
oversized outfit. Drop each piece on the floor. I’m standing
here, completely naked, and for a moment I’m too petrified
to move. But Adam doesn’t turn around. He doesn’t say a
word. I examine the shiny purple material. I imagine it’s
supposed to stretch.
It does.
In fact, it’s unexpectedly easy to slip on—like it was
designed specifically for my body. There’s built-in lining for
where underwear is supposed to be, extra support for my
chest, a collar that goes right up to my neck, sleeves that
touch my wrists, legs that touch my ankles, a zipper that
pulls it all together. I examine the ultrathin material. It feels
like I’m wearing nothing. It’s the richest shade of purple,
skintight but not tight at all. It’s breathable, oddly
comfortable.
“How does it look . . . ?” Adam asks. He sounds nervous.
“Can you help me zip it up?”
He turns around. His lips part, falter, form an incredible
smile. His eyebrows are touching the ceiling. I’m blushing so
hard I don’t even know where to look. He steps forward and
I turn around, only too eager to hide my face, the butterflies
racing through my chest. Adam touches my hair and I
realize it’s almost all the way down my back. Maybe it’s
time I cut it.
His fingers are so careful. He pushes the waves over my
shoulder so they won’t get caught in the zipper. Trails a line
from the base of my neck down to the start of the seam,
down to the dip in my lower back. I can hardly keep myself
upright. My spine is conducting enough electricity to power
a city. He takes his time zipping me up. Runs his hands
down the length of my silhouette. “God you look incredible,”
is the first thing he says to me.
I turn around. He’s pressing his fist to his mouth, trying to
hide his smile, trying to stop the words from tumbling out of