She didn't just hand it to me; instead, she got all caught up in helping me tie it, her thumbs skating along my sides as if she wanted to recall how I felt when she touched me, and her hands kind of hanging on my hips longer than necessary.
"Here," she mumbled, voice all gravelly and close, breath hot against my belly. "Come on, Dexter." Her fingers tightened slightly on the knot of the skirt, tugging me in so we ended up even closer. For a split second, our bodies pretty much melted together.
"And don't be nervous." Her eyes flicked up to mine, dark and heavy with something that wasn't just concern. "It is my duty... to help you with your first night with Ruth."
My stomach twisted at her words. Wait—what does she mean? How is she going to help me with Ruth?
Before I could ask, Hina let out a low, knowing chuckle, her smirk deepening as she watched Kerry's hands adjust the leaves around my hips.
