Page 140 of Touch the Sky
“Justthe chaps,” she adds. “Nothing underneath.”
I make a face.
“That is unsanitary,” I inform her. “I don’t think the store would appreciate me going commando in a pair of chaps I have no intention of buying.”
She balks. “Um, I am definitely buying these if they fit you.”
I shake my head and end up cracking a smile.
“Do you have a secret leather fetish or something?” I ask.
She crosses her arms.
“Câlice, là. Can’t I just think you have a great ass that would look sexy in these?”
I feel my cheeks heat up at the compliment. Even after everything we’ve been through, she can still make me blush with just a few words.
I fold the chaps over my arm and give them a pat.
“Okay. You win. I’ll try them on.”
There are a couple changing stalls in the corner. I head into the closest one and tug the curtain shut behind me. I hang the chaps and my coat on the hooks screwed into the wall and then contemplate my options. I’m wearing date-worthy slacks and a button-down.
Jacinthe and I both walked out of the house tonight wearing our houndstooth blazers as a nod to Thanksgiving and then spent at least five minutes laughing about making the same joke. We ditched the blazers in the truck, since we figured two butch lesbians in identical outfits eating pasta together might look like something out of a sitcom and attract a little more attention than we wanted.
The slacks are going to look ridiculous under the chaps, so after pondering for a moment, I end up sliding them off and then pulling the chaps on over just my underwear.
That, of course, puts my ass on full display in the back.
“Do they fit?” Jacinthe asks from behind the curtain.
I crank my neck around to get a glimpse of my butt in the wall mirror.
I have to admit she was right. I do look pretty fantastic.
“I think they do,” I answer, “but I definitely cannot come out there.”
She swears under her breath. The curtain twitches like she’s brushed it with her hand.
“Then you’re just gonna have to let me in.”
I bark a laugh. The silence I get in answer tells me she’s serious.
There’s no way we haven’t attracted any attention by now, but I suppose I did ruin our dinner plans. She probably deserves at least a peek before we put these back on the rack.
“Okay, you’re allowed to have aquicklook before I take them off.”
The words have barely left my mouth before the curtain shifts back and Jacinthe shoves her head into the gap.
Until this moment, I’ve never been scared someone’s eyes might actually pop out of their skull.
“Fuck. Ing. Hell,” she breathes.
Her jaw has gone slack. A flush is already creeping up her neck. Her gaze is glued to my ass in the mirror.
Meanwhile, she’s got the curtain open wide enough that anyone walking by would get an eyeful too.
“Jacinthe!” I snap. “Close that!”
