"Ah! Don't look!" Talia yelped, whipping around so fast she splashed half the pond.
She folded into a crouch, sinking as low as she could, arms crossed over her chest, her whole face burning red.
Zarah, on the other hand, didn't move an inch. Not even a twitch.
Of course she didn't.
We'd already seen each other naked more than once, and even before that, she was never the type to flinch or scramble to hide. Modesty wasn't exactly her strongest trait.
But what did catch my eye was her hair.
Braids.
Clean, neat, woven tight against her scalp and ending in small loops near the back. It framed her face—made her cheekbones stand out, drew attention to the slight roundness in her chin, and somehow made her elf-like ears more noticeable. It looked… good. Really good.
She must have had Talia braid it.
And the more I looked, the warmer something deep in me grew, enough that I had to take a slow breath before my body made my intentions embarrassingly obvious.
