YELENA

I moved closer, my arms were already lifting, but he stopped me with a hand to my chest.

“You shouldn’t hug me like this.”

I blinked. “Like what?”

He looked down at himself. “I’m sweaty. I need to freshen up first. I don’t want to stain your dress.”

I laughed softly. “You can stain it. I’ll just change into your sister’s clothes.” I said it without shame. I always did.

His lips twitched, but his eyes didn’t. “Her clothes aren’t here ...