Page 86 of Glamour & Gumballs

“I do,” Rhett admitted. “Though I’d prefer never to set foot on the Survival island again.”

I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling.

We definitely agreed on that.

“I’m going to shower,” I said. “I still feel covered in sand. Can I borrow some clean clothes?”

“Of course. The Society should have your things here in the next day or two.”

I nodded, nerves and uncertainty still running rampant in my chest. I fought like hell not to let Rhett see it.

He stepped into the closet while I turned the water on in the monstrous shower, letting it warm up while I looked at myself in the mirror.

I hadn’t paid attention the night before, when we were in the hotel, so my appearance caught me off guard.

I was thinner.

Slightly more tan, but mostly a little redder, since that’s what my body liked to do under the sun. I’d used tons of sunscreen, and stayed in the shade as much as possible, but I’d still been living on an island.

Though the weight loss made my face thinner, the experience had made my eyes sort of… softer.

More vulnerable.

The small woman in the mirror was not the strong, hard creature I’d been the day Rhett drove me to the airport.

I’d changed, even without any magic to turn me into a fae. I’d been forced to.

Rhett stepped up behind me and set a neatly folded pile of clothes on the bathroom’s countertop. His hand caught my hip again, and my gaze followed it down in the mirror.

And lingered.

Something welled up in my chest. I didn’t know what to label it, and I wasn’t entirely comfortable with the feeling. It was too new.

“What are you thinking?” Rhett asked, his voice quiet.

I met his gaze in the mirror. “My tits are tiny.”

He chuckled, his free hand finding one of my breasts and squeezing lightly. “They’re perfect.”

“As soon as I start eating, they’re going to fill out again.”

“Then I should get to feeding you, immediately. What kind of cake is your favorite?”

I snorted. “You want to fatten me up so my boobs grow?”

“I want to get you healthy again after watching you starve for nearly a month,” he corrected. “But if your breasts grow in the process, you won’t hear any complaints from me.”

“Shocking,” I drawled.

He squeezed my tit again. “Let me shower with you.”

My mind went back to our shower in the hotel, and my face warmed. I watched the red spread over my cheeks in the mirror. “I need a few minutes to think. Next time?”

He dipped his head. “What do you need to think about.”

“Everything.”

His forehead creased.

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