~The Next Day
"Are you planning to wear that, or just torture me with the thought of it?"
I jumped, spinning around. I hadn't heard the door open.
Mo Yichen was leaning against the doorframe of our walk-in closet, his arms crossed, a lazy, heated smile playing on his lips. He had discarded his suit jacket somewhere in the bedroom, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms.
He looked relaxed. Dangerously relaxed.
I looked down at my hands. I was holding the 'Siren's Envy,' the emerald green bikini held together by nothing but delicate gold chains. In the harsh light of the closet, it looked even smaller than it had in the store. It was basically jewelry masquerading as swimwear.
"I was just... checking the fit," I lied, feeling a blush creep up my neck. "It looks a bit... impractical."
