Rylan's POV
In the back of the stretch limo on the way home, I leaned against the supple leather seats, trying to calm the restless energy coiling inside me.
But my gaze kept drifting, against my will, to Lilith curled up in the spacious seat beside me.
She was swimming in my plain white cotton t-shirt.
On me, it was just fabric. On her, it had become something else entirely.
The soft cotton draped over her form, accidentally outlining the sweet, nascent curves hovering between girlhood and womanhood.
My line of sight was naturally higher than hers. A slight downward glance felt like a physical caress—starting from the crown of her soft hair, sliding down over the pale column of her neck, her delicate collarbones, and further down, to the twin swells of her chest.
Just then, she u
