She climbed off him and headed to their walk-in closet. His cock, which had started showing more than a little interest in the potential festivities, was highly disappointed bythatdevelopment.
He propped himself up on his elbows. “Hey, what’s going on?”
* * * *
Dewi had a specific shirt in mind and rooted through Ken’s clothes until she found it.
The shirt he’d been wearing the night they met.
She pulled it off the hanger and returned with it to the bedroom, where she handed it to him. “Put this on for me.”
He took it from her, one eyebrow sliding up in a deliciously sexy way that had her—
No! Focus!
“Is this some sort of pregnant-woman foreplay I don’t know about?”
She crossed her arms over her chest. Hell, even that was weird to do now, because of her growing belly and boobs.
With a sigh, Ken climbed out of bed, pulled the blue short-sleeved collared shirt over his torso, and tugged the hem down. “There. Happy?” He shrugged a little, trying to stretch it out.
It wasn’t just a little snug—he wore it practically like a second skin.
Her eyes widened, because when she’d first met him, that shirt had fit him loosely. “Holy shit,” she muttered, circling him.
“Dewi, this is moving from funny to freaking me out, and not in a fun way.”
“It’s kinda freaking me out a little, too.”
“What?”
She grabbed her cell phone from the nightstand, took Ken’s hand, and led him over to the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door.
“What’s going on, Dew?” he asked, his tone and mind both roiling with uneasy confusion.
She didn’t reply. Instead, she called up a picture on her phone, one taken of the two of them the day after they’d met.
He was wearing the same shirt.
She held the phone out so he could see it. “Look at that. Then look in the mirror.”
He did, a scowl furrowing his brow. “Okay? I don’t understand. What am I looking at?”
“That shirt.”
He looked from the phone to the mirror and back again. “What about it?”
“That’s the same shirt.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Yeah, it is. It’s the same shirt you were wearing the night we met. Believe me, that’snotsomething I’ll ever forget. It’s why it’s still in the closet.”
He shrugged his shoulders a little, making her clit throb. “It must’ve shrunk in the wash.”
She shook her head. “No. It wasn’t a new shirt when we met. It’s not going to suddenly shrink. You’ve gotten beefier.” She slipped a finger under the cuffs, which hugged his biceps now.
In the picture, the cuffs clearly gaped around his arms.
