Reclaiming Aria
Teddy after teddy lands over the curtain like Sloane’s an unholy lingerie fairy godmother.
“Ari,” Sloane calls through in a whisper that’s more command than suggestion, “you’re gonna wear this.”
Aria unfolds the first piece: sheer black, delicate embroidery across the bust, with cutouts that could start a fire just by existing.
“It’s see-through!” she whispers back, scandalized.
“Exactly. It says touch me at your own risk.”
She giggles, biting her lip, holding the fabric against her skin in front of the mirror. Her reflection stares back—flushed cheeks, wide eyes, breath catching in her throat. She looks… different. Bold. Dangerous.
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