Kasumi's face flushed an even deeper shade of crimson, her fingers trembling as they clutched the lace at her chest. She let out a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Don't… don't think about strange things…" Her gaze flickered away, her embarrassment palpable.
"You're still injured…" With that, she pressed her palm against my chest, pushing me gently but firmly out of the fitting room. The lace of her bra brushed against my skin as she moved, the contact electric, sending a jolt through me that I had to fight to ignore.
I stumbled back slightly, my hand instinctively reaching out to steady myself against the doorframe.
The curtain swayed as she drew it shut again, the fabric swishing softly as it blocked her from view. But not before I caught the way her fingers trembled as she adjusted the lace, the way her breath hitched as she realized how exposed she still was.
I stood there for a moment, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure the entire store could hear it.
