Thallia looked down at the enormous T-shirt one last time before answering. “Yes. You can come in.”
Leon stepped through the doorway. His gaze moved over her slowly enough that warmth climbed into her cheeks.
“This is what I actually sleep in.” She held her arms out a little as if that was the best explanation.
“I can see that.”
There was nothing teasing in his voice. If anything, the unmistakable attraction in his expression made her more conscious of the ridiculous old shirt.
Thallia glanced down at herself. “I looked so much more sophisticated an hour ago.”
Leon crossed the room and touched her cheek. “I liked the dress.”
His gaze held hers. “I like this better.”
The way he looked at her made her suddenly conscious of every inch of bare leg beneath the ridiculous old shirt.
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