They fit fine in the length, and I was able to pull them over my black boots hiding the fact that they touched three-quarters up my calf. The tee shirt was tight, and I started to wonder just what size they had decided to put me in, and after discussing it, go a size smaller. It fit me like a glove, stretching to round over my breast and curve at my waist, showing off my shape. But I wasn’t there to be ogled over, I was there to settle the past with whatever strange things were going on. There was a slight knock at the door, and I glanced over it as I pulled my hair up in a pony-tale. “Why do you knock, I can feel you through the door?” I questioned, smiling, but it came out with an irritated sound. Zander slipped in, gazing over my apparel. Then he closed the door and leaned against the wall with his shoulder, arms crossed in front of him. “It’s only polite,” he said, staring up into my eyes. I sighed and shrugged.
