The addition of a see-through t-shirt did nothing to make the outfit more respectable. There was no way I could walk out the door in this.
“Azio?” I called.
“Yes, Terri,” he immediately answered from the other side of the door.
I frowned and suspicion flooded me.
“Why are you in the hallway?”
“To see if you like the clothes I found you?” He said it like a question. As if he wasn’t sure why he was in the hall, which only made my suspicions climb as I looked down at my clearly visible nipples.
“Did you lose my bra on purpose?” I asked.
Silence answered my question, and my stomach churned with worry. He’d gotten rid of my bra and gifted me hoochie clothes. Why? The answer to that seemed pretty obvious, and my thoughts turned to how I’d just been thinking of sex and babies…and how badly those thoughts had ended.
I wasn’t ready.
Suddenly, I wasn’t sure if I would ever be ready to have a baby with one of the fey.
But I didn’t have anywhere else to go.
“Am I still safe here?” I asked.
“Yes, Terri. You are safe.”
“Why did you take my clothes?”
“To wash them.”
“So I’ll get them back?”
There was a beat of silence before he answered, “Yes, Terri.”
“I’m very grateful that you went out to get me more clothes, but I’m feeling very exposed in this kind of shirt. Is there any chance I could wear the one that’s on the dryer?”
“I lost that one.”
“I just saw it this morning.”
There was a longer length of silence.
“I’m trying not to feel afraid, but I don’t understand why you’re taking my clothes away and leaving me with very little. I mean…I think I do understand, and that’s why I’m starting to feel afraid.” I twisted my hands in front of me. “I don’t want to be forced to have sex yet. Can I please have some more time?”
Something thumped outside the door, and I jumped.
“I’m sorry. I promise I’m trying. I just—”
My vision tunneled, and I gripped the counter as my knees buckled.
Nothingness swallowed me whole.
It never took me long to come back from a faint. Five minutes was the longest, and that had been in high school. Usually, once I started coming to, I wasn’t disoriented.
This time, though, I felt myself moving sideways, and that screwed with my head in a big way. I remembered the bathroom and the clothes and freaking out that Azio was preparing me for a good time—his good time—and then fainting. My movement should be downward or still.
I opened my eyes and looked up at Azio.
He wasn’t looking at my head, though. He was staring at my chest. Dazed and confused, I followed the direction of his attention and saw my nipples. Seeing them made me aware of the air caressing half my ass.