“Oh my God,” Leo said. “You’re so wearing this. Right now. For us.”
“Er…”
“Not the sparkles,” Sam said thoughtfully. “But you had those pink sort of silky briefs…would you mind putting on the boots?”
Colby laughed. And did, ducking into the closet again to change.
He looked fabulous. Of course he did; he was beautiful. Those legs, those boots, those thighs. Hip-hugging underthings. He did brush a hand across his chest, self-conscious. The small freckle on his collarbone was visible, not a flaw but an adornment.
“I think this is the most marvelous transformation I’ve ever seen.” Leo flung a long shaggy purple scarf at him, from the accessories now occupying a chair. “And I mean that. Not a joke.”
Colby deflected the scarf easily, and then found an oversized cardigan with rainbow stitc
