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“Do I look okay?” I asked as I straightened the ceremonial costume Tamsin had told me to wear.
“You look beautiful,” she replied. “But you’re wearing the sash all wrong.”
She stepped towards me and ran her fingers around the inside of the sash, her hands brushing against my bare stomach. Despite the fact I was wearing more than I did in the boxing ring, I felt far more exposed in the beautifully patterned thin fabric I was wearing.
“There,” she whispered breathily.
“Why am I wearing this again?”
“Because we’re going to the Oracle and you wouldn’t fit into what we take the babies in.” She shrugged.
“So you put me in a wedding dress?” I asked with an amused grin.
“How do you know it’s a wedding dress?” A mortified look crossed Tamsin’s face.
“The way you’re looking at me.” I lean
