Chapter 57

• I rushed to the closet and poked through the clothes Lucas had given me. I highly doubted I’d find a femme fatale spy outfit in here, but maybe, who knew, right? And, no, I didn’t find one, but I found a cute pair of grey sweatpants and a white tanktop. Not quite spy material, or sneaking clothes for that matter, but I thought range of movement for this kind of thing was important.
• I slipped out of my pajama pants and t-shirt and into the new clothes. The sweatpants clung tight to my legs and accentuated my butt, while the tanktop was looser. For future reference as to what a spy should look like(or probably not look like), I checked myself out in the mirror in the bathroom.
• “Whoa, this is hot.” I spun around. I had some curves! I imagined going for a jog with Lucas, teasing him as we ran on a path through the woods, then coming back here afterwards. Worked up and sweaty, ready for more, he’d toss me onto the bed and peel these very sweatpants down my legs, revealing my glistening sex. And…