[That...was not expected. He suspected something of Faris since he'd met her and though he didn't believe her earlier in their journey when she admitted she was the princess, things began falling into place and everything began making sense.
To anyone but Edgar, anyway.
His hands came over her chest and once he felt some softness between the bindings, his fingers instinctively squeezed.
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To anyone but Edgar, anyway.
His hands came over her chest and once he felt some softness between the bindings, his fingers instinctively squeezed.
Squish, squish.]
...
[Oh. God.]