SADIE. “Arms up.” I lifted them. The jersey dragged over my stomach, my ribs, my breasts, then my face, and the laundry room air hit every inch of me at once. He dropped the twelve on the floor like it was just fabric and not the thing I had slept in with my hand between my legs. I stood there in nothing. The washer thudded behind my thighs. Reed looked at me the way he looked at a game he already knew he was going to win. “That is what I wanted returned,” he said. “Not the shirt.” “Reed.” “You have been walking around this house in my clothes for weeks. You think I didn’t notice you pulling the hood up when you came out of the bathroom? You think I didn’t smell my detergent on your pillow when I put the basket in your room?” He stepped in. His hands went to my waist, then up, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. My nipples were already tight. He pinched one, watched my mouth open, then pinched the other harder. “No bra at breakfast. No shorts. You sat across from my
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