Polly turned around in an instant. She didn’t think he was going to change in front of her.

“I didn’t mean to look,” she said, fiddling with the hem of her dress.

Rael did not reply. She heard movements behind her, clothes rustling. It wasn’t until she felt him walk toward her that she finally turned. Her lips parted to speak, but before she could utter a word, he had pulled her into a bone-crushing hug.

Polly’s breath caught in her throat as his scent filled her nostrils.

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