Amunet didn't stop with the skirt. Her hands moved to the hem of her shirt next, and Grey's attention followed far more closely than he would ever admit as she pulled the fabric up over her stomach, then higher until it passed over her chest and slipped free above her head. She was still wearing undergarments underneath, but the thin material did very little to stop Grey's eyes from widening.
Amunet tossed the shirt aside and walked straight toward him before he could decide whether this was a trap, a reward from the universe, or some combination of the two. Her palm pressed against the center of his chest and kept going until Grey stumbled backward into the wall behind him, which only made the expression on his face stranger as she stopped close enough for him to feel her breath.
"Why do you look like a deer in headlights right now?"
"Shut up, woman. I'm trying to stare at your tits and figure out if you're a skinwalker at the same time."
