My need to hurry overrode my modesty. I stood and pulled off my top, leaving just my bra on, making sure to keep my back to Brian. I removed the sweatshirt I had tied around my waist and untied the arms of my costume.
“What are you doing?”
Well, that’s one out of two for feeling the need to do something about this.
“Getting ready,” I put my arm through one arm and worked my fingers into the gloves.
Brian walked around the couch and I hurried to raise the top half of my costume and clutch it to my chest, covering myself. He put his hands on my bare shoulders and exerted enough force to push me back down to a sitting position. I complied, stiffly, reluctantly.
Taylor may have officially decided to stay a villain yesterday, but she still has the heroic instinct. Brian, on the other hand, is very aware of how little a chance the Undersiders really stand in this, even if Purity doesn’t call in reinforcements the moment she spots Taylor.
He pulled his hands away a little more quickly than he might have a day or two ago, jamming them in his pockets. I hunched my shoulders forward self consciously.
Brian took a deep breath. “Not your job.”
It would’ve been if she’d never met the Undersiders, but she might’ve promptly gotten herself killed in the process. She’s cautious, but that seems to have been somewhat overridden by her heroic instinct in the heat of the moment.
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