She declares independence by throwing on her favorite pair of shorts from Valle Soleada, a cherry-colored tank top, and sandals. No sheer overshirt. No sheer hose. No mitigation between the rest of the world and her own very dangerous skin.

"I like it," Remy says with a chuckle before kissing her lightly on the neck.

It isn't perfect. She can feel that tiny burst of his pleasure, but it fades so quickly and Remy himself is unaffected.

She twirls about in his arms and leans against him to get a real kiss. All she feels is her own heartfelt satisfaction.