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        "Thenwhyareyou—"

        Sheglanceddownatherself,voicecalm,almostdistant."I''mnotliketheotherseither."

        BeneaththeloosewhiteT-shirtclinginglightlytoherframe,sheworenothing.

        Reyahadneverlikedbras.Shehadneverunderstoodwhyhumanwomenchosetobindthemselvessotightly.Hernipplesandareolacarriedlittlepigment,paleandnearlytranslucent,leavinglittleriskofanythingshowingthroughthethinfabricinawaythatmightembarrassher.

        ButwithJuliansoclose,eventhesoftcottoncouldn''tconcealthegentlecurvesofherbreastsorthedelicateriseofhernipples.

        Colordeepenedacrosstherawpatchesofhisskin,turninghisalreadymottledcomplexionadarkershadeofcrimson—almostgrotesque,yetheartbreakinglyvulnerable.

        "You...you''rebeautiful,"hewhispered,voicehoarse.HisAdam''sapplebobbedasheswallowed.

        Hiseyesdartedaway,unabletoholdthesightofhersonear,sounguarded.

        Reyatoyedwithhisfingersforamoment,hertouchlightandunhurried,asifstudyingacuriousartifact.Then,withanalmostplayfulindifference,sheguidedhishandbeneaththehemofhershirt,placingitgentlyagainstthesoftnessofherchest.

        "Ifyouwanttotouch,"shesaidsoftly,"thentouch."

        Julianfroze.Hisbreathcaught,andheturnedhisheadsharplytolookather,stunned.Hishandrestedstifflyagainstherskin,unmoving,likeitdidn''tbelongtohimanymore.

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