Seven
There hadn’t been this many hangers in the closet when Amber got out the clothes she wore today, but that was all right. Idris must have quietly magicked them into existence for her, or whatever it was that djinn did to manipulate time and space and matter to bend the universe to their whims. By the time she was done hanging up everything she’d brought back from her house, the little closet here was hopelessly crammed, but everything managed to fit…sort of. She really did need to ask him to expand the space to accommodate her wardrobe, and yet she found herself reluctant to go up to the big house and ask him for that particular favor.
It had felt good to put her arms around him, to have her cheek pressed into the warm bare skin of his chest. Way too good. Once again, she’d felt her
