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Sara drank in every inch of Thea's legs as they came into view, descending the stairs of the club, lily-white, slender, graceful. She concentrated on polishing glasses to remain inconspicuous – not that they needed a shine.
When had Thea grown into this gorgeous young woman? Sara remembered her as this cute little kid she'd always felt sympathy for, being a younger sister herself.
"Is it a bad thing I'm appraising my boyfriend's sister?" she asked, throat dry, unable to pry her eyes off Thea's arms, her legs, her back. So much skin and so little fabric...
"Nope," Felicity said faintly, eyes wide with wonder, and continued sucking bubbles through her straw.