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met, Annabelle had never once seen her friend wear shorts, jeans, or—heaven forbid—sweats.
Today’s outfit was a casual sundress, but with Calli’s peaches and cream complexion, blue eyes, and blonde, Disney-Princess hair, she’d undoubtedly catch the attention of every guy at the bar. And with every second that passed, the khakis and button down Annabelle had worn to the lab grew more grubby and constricting.
What the heck—it couldn’t hurt to try the dress on.
She stripped her clothes off and pulled on Liv’s creation. The tank wasn’t skin tight, but the delicate fabric molded to her body. The skirt swirled as she walked, and the deep blue color gave the sense that she was rising from the ocean.
“You look ama…amashing,” Calli said.
Annabelle stared at herself in the mirrored closet doors. The clothes had transformed her exactly like Calli had said, bringing out her inner hotness. She’d had no idea her baby sister was this talented. She really should have tried the outfit on.
Of course, even if she’d known how good it looked, she probably wouldn’t have worn it. It certainly wasn’t proper lab attire. Even on a date, she preferred something more conservative.
She let herself take one last glance at her reflection, committing it to memory. “It’s gorgeous, but I’m not sure it’s really me .”
“’Course it is. The new and improved you.”
Calli sounded so certain about it, like all Annabelle had to do was change her outfit, and she’d have a brand new personality to match her new style. She wished it were that easy. The woman in the mirror would have no problem taking charge of her sex life.
“Le’s go,” Calli slurred. “Taxi’s here.”
“One second.” Annabelle tried to shimmy out of the dress, but the fabric clung to her skin, like it didn’t want to let go. Like it knew that it belonged on her.
She’d promised herself that TAing for Human Sexuality would be a new beginning. A chance to let go of her past issues and move on with her life. Well, she was never going to move on to the healthy, loving relationship she longed for if she stayed locked in her apartment, dressed in khakis and sensible blouses.
She let the soft fabric fall back over her knees. With one last look in the mirror, she made her decision. For at least one night, she was going to be the woman she saw staring back at her.
Confident. Bold. Someone who knew what she wanted and didn’t hesitate to take it.
CHAPTER 6
T HE FIRST THING Ty saw was the scrape. Even in the dim light of Sean’s apartment entryway, it was impossible to miss—a huge swath of scabs starting at Sean’s calf and disappearing under his shorts. The kite must’ve dragged him half way across the beach.
“Damn, man. What’d you do to piss off the kiteboarding gods?”
“The wind picked up at the wrong time.” Sean disappeared inside. “Want a beer?”
“Must’ve hurt like a motherfucker.”
Bottles clinked as Sean opened the fridge. “I’ve had worse.” He spoke in a flat, emotionless tone that made the hairs along the back of Ty’s neck stand up and salute.
It was like the injury had happened to someone else. Like Sean’s body had split off from his mind, becoming a separate, entirely disposable entity.
Shit . What if Keri had been right? “You went to the doc, right? Got it cleaned out?”
“You sound like your sister.” Sean’s voice went an octave higher than normal. “You need to see a doctor, Sean. This is serious.”
“Fuck off,” Ty said, but he didn’t put much force behind it. Sean sounded normal now. Ty needed to stop letting his drama-queen sister plant crazy ideas in his head.
“She practically had a heart attack when she saw it.” Sean handed Ty one of the chilled longnecks, keeping the other for himself. “I know she’s only had one year of med school, but she should still be able to tell the difference between a little scrape and a life-threatening
Today’s outfit was a casual sundress, but with Calli’s peaches and cream complexion, blue eyes, and blonde, Disney-Princess hair, she’d undoubtedly catch the attention of every guy at the bar. And with every second that passed, the khakis and button down Annabelle had worn to the lab grew more grubby and constricting.
What the heck—it couldn’t hurt to try the dress on.
She stripped her clothes off and pulled on Liv’s creation. The tank wasn’t skin tight, but the delicate fabric molded to her body. The skirt swirled as she walked, and the deep blue color gave the sense that she was rising from the ocean.
“You look ama…amashing,” Calli said.
Annabelle stared at herself in the mirrored closet doors. The clothes had transformed her exactly like Calli had said, bringing out her inner hotness. She’d had no idea her baby sister was this talented. She really should have tried the outfit on.
Of course, even if she’d known how good it looked, she probably wouldn’t have worn it. It certainly wasn’t proper lab attire. Even on a date, she preferred something more conservative.
She let herself take one last glance at her reflection, committing it to memory. “It’s gorgeous, but I’m not sure it’s really me .”
“’Course it is. The new and improved you.”
Calli sounded so certain about it, like all Annabelle had to do was change her outfit, and she’d have a brand new personality to match her new style. She wished it were that easy. The woman in the mirror would have no problem taking charge of her sex life.
“Le’s go,” Calli slurred. “Taxi’s here.”
“One second.” Annabelle tried to shimmy out of the dress, but the fabric clung to her skin, like it didn’t want to let go. Like it knew that it belonged on her.
She’d promised herself that TAing for Human Sexuality would be a new beginning. A chance to let go of her past issues and move on with her life. Well, she was never going to move on to the healthy, loving relationship she longed for if she stayed locked in her apartment, dressed in khakis and sensible blouses.
She let the soft fabric fall back over her knees. With one last look in the mirror, she made her decision. For at least one night, she was going to be the woman she saw staring back at her.
Confident. Bold. Someone who knew what she wanted and didn’t hesitate to take it.
CHAPTER 6
T HE FIRST THING Ty saw was the scrape. Even in the dim light of Sean’s apartment entryway, it was impossible to miss—a huge swath of scabs starting at Sean’s calf and disappearing under his shorts. The kite must’ve dragged him half way across the beach.
“Damn, man. What’d you do to piss off the kiteboarding gods?”
“The wind picked up at the wrong time.” Sean disappeared inside. “Want a beer?”
“Must’ve hurt like a motherfucker.”
Bottles clinked as Sean opened the fridge. “I’ve had worse.” He spoke in a flat, emotionless tone that made the hairs along the back of Ty’s neck stand up and salute.
It was like the injury had happened to someone else. Like Sean’s body had split off from his mind, becoming a separate, entirely disposable entity.
Shit . What if Keri had been right? “You went to the doc, right? Got it cleaned out?”
“You sound like your sister.” Sean’s voice went an octave higher than normal. “You need to see a doctor, Sean. This is serious.”
“Fuck off,” Ty said, but he didn’t put much force behind it. Sean sounded normal now. Ty needed to stop letting his drama-queen sister plant crazy ideas in his head.
“She practically had a heart attack when she saw it.” Sean handed Ty one of the chilled longnecks, keeping the other for himself. “I know she’s only had one year of med school, but she should still be able to tell the difference between a little scrape and a life-threatening
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