“Um, they fit,” I called out.
“Wonderful.” I heard Caom’s footsteps approaching. “Can I take a look?”
“Hold on.” I quickly fumbled with the lacing, tying them up before pushing back the curtain.
He assessed them critically before nodding. “Yes, they look good. An excellent fit.”
But then he gestured at the tail of my shirt, covering my crotch. “You won’t be able to wear your shirt untucked, though.”
“What?” I looked down quickly. “Why not? Lonan does.”
Caom shot me an odd look, and my face flushed as I realised that was probably something I shouldn’t have noticed about the prince.
“Even if he does, that doesn’t meanyoucan.” Caom tutted, gesturing at the hem of my shirt again. “You have to look presentable. Come on, tuck it in.”
I groaned softly. Ireallydidn’t want to. These trousers were tight. They concealed… very little.
“Ash,” Caom said sternly when I didn’t move. “We need to make sure they look alright with your shirt tucked in. Come on, it’s just me. It’s just ashirt.If you really find it that uncomfortable, it will only be for a few hours.”
I let out a breath and jerkily stuffed the tail of the shirt into the trousers. The Folk wore their shirts big, so it still billowed. My face was hot. Now I reallydidlook like a fucking pirate.
When I looked up, Caom was staring at my dick. Not just my groin, but the actual bulge of my dick, which was impossible to conceal in these tight leather trousers.
He swallowed, dragging his eyes up to my face with great effort.
“They look good,” he said faintly, eyes darting back down for a split second. “Now turn round.”
I huffed. “Caom—”
“We need to make sure the trousers fit well in the back,” he interrupted, tone back to business as he crossed his arms. “Turn.”
Gritting my teeth with embarrassment, I turned to give him my back. My cheeks flamed hotter when he let out a hoarse chuckle.
“Oh yes, they fit perfectly.”
Then he sighed and fell silent. After a few awkward seconds, I peered back and huffed in irritation when I saw him staring at my ass. Yanking my shirttails free, I spun and scowled at him.
Caom cleared his throat. “Well, you can take the trousers with you today. Don’t forget your old ones.”
As I grabbed them from the fitting room floor, he walked over to the workbench.
“I’ll make the shirt today and deliver it. When is the dinner?”
“Tonight.”
His hands spasmed over the swathe of forest green fabric he’d been unrolling on the workbench.
“Tonight?” he choked out.
“I can just wear one of my white shirts,” I said hurriedly. “Don’t stress, Caom.”
“No, no, you can’t wear one of those.” He unfurled the fabric faster, already leaning over to grab a huge pair of scissors. “I’ll get it over to you well before dusk. When are you heading to the court?”
“Uh, I’m not sure.” I fingered my old trousers nervously as I watched him. “Lonan said he’d come and collect me, so…”
“Oh gods,” Caom said faintly.
I chewed my lip, feeling guilty even though I hadn’t asked for this fucking dinner.