CHAPTER - 37
He looked at her chest, still covered by her hands. She followed his gaze. She was now dressed in a loose t-shirt and yoga pants.
She shook her head, pulling the shirt away from her skin. It was soft, and one that she'd worn many times
before. It smelled like her. Like Ricah. Like home.
But everything was so different. Her skin, still soft and hers, but no longer marred by scars or blemishes.
Wiped clean. As if it had been airbrushed. Her skin tingled with chills.
How is this possible?" she asked, her fingers still rubbing her flesh.
Elsa sat in front of her, his legs like a pretzel, his eyes still on hers. "How is anything possible ?"
Glaring at him, she said, "Stop with the bullshit. What is going on?"
He combed his fingers through his black hair, pushing
it out o
