~ SASHA ~
Sasha nodded even though she had no clue what he was doing. She wasn't going to have to get naked too, was she?
Did she care?
With Zev, no, she realized.
She was suddenly very aware of the huge t-shirt she was swimming in—it fell off one of her shoulders, the t-shirt sleeves falling below her elbows, and the hem near her knees. Zev, over a foot taller than her, loomed over her, holding the hand he'd used to help her up, but otherwise not touching her. But his eyes were bright, shining, almost glowing again. He watched her so intently she felt like he could absolutely read her thoughts if he tried.
"Sash," he said, his voice how and hushed, a gravel that made her want to put her arm to his chest to feel it under her palm.
"Yes?"
