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######It had taken courage to wear this dress, a courage she had almost lost when putting the dress on. For a fleeting moment, she had considered putting her soaked dress back on. While it was a provocative appearance to put on wet, form-fitting clothing, it had seemed like an idea compared to the transluscent dress she was wearing now. The dress she was wearing was low cut and would have been almost a bit risque with an opague coloring, but the fact that it was easily seen right through had been the reason she had almost decided against wearing it. Haven had already seen her completely nude - their relationship had progressed much farther than that the very first night they had met - but she still felt mildly self-concious in front of him when sober. That night had been amazing, an absolutely magnificent memory that always made her flush, but she could not help but worry that she might not be good enough for him now. So normally confident, he left her nervous on her best days.
######The silence that followed her question was almost agonizing. It was possible for her to assume the way he was staring was a good way, but she liked him a bit too much to make such an assumption. She almost thought the dress might have been over the top, even. To keep her gaze away from his own, she allowed her eyes to travel his body, taking in the sight she had loved so much that first night. He was sop amazing to look at, muscles and toned body. Princess swallowed, suppressing the urge to move closer to him and touch him. She wanted to, but she did not know where their relationship was going, or whether or not she was reading too much into something that was not really there. That was not something she wanted to think about, though, and she doubted their relationship was going nowhere. Otherwise, Haven would not have come to see her twice now since their first encounter, when she had not had the courage to come and see him. It had been in her thoughts, but her nerves hindered any actions that may have come from them.
######When the Knight finally spoke, a shy smile made its way to her face, and she could feel the warmth spreading through her cheeks, as well as that strange warm feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Thanks. . . I like your, um, towel," she added, trying to keep her eyes away from the piece of material. She was thankful for that at least, because she knew he was not wearing his clothing anymore, presumably because of how heavy the rain had been. His nakedness did not make her feel uncomfortable, but it did bring back all thoughts from the first night: the buzz of the alcohol, the warmth of his body, the talk of his sword. . . She swallowed, glancing around nervously. "I like your house. It's so much bigger than my room. Do you live alone?" It was a meager attempt at conversation to distract her from the other, more risqué, thoughts invading her mind.
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