Enchanted Secrets
storage room again. For some reason the entire room seemed much more ominous than before.
    “My mother wanted to explain everything to you, but I talked her into allowing me. She’s not always very subtle, and truthfully, I’m better at these things.”
    “ Forget being subtle, Tyler, just explain away,” I said.
    He pointed to my dress . “Are you sure you don’t want to slip into something more… comfortable?”
    I w as definitely drowning in the dress.
    I raised my arms. “I don’t have anything to wear. Here or at home.”
    “Good thing you have a twin sister then.”
    “Won’t help me at this moment,” I said, pulling up one of my straps.
    I thought about Kala, she was going to freak out. We were now more identical than ever before and I still wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
    “Wait, I have a better idea,” said Tyler, removing his sunglasses. He furrowed his eyebrows and concentrated on my dress.
    Within a few seconds, a shimmering light began to radiate from my dress and I watched in awe as it began to slowly shrink, until it hugged my body like a glove.
    “Um, can you take it out, just a little?” I gasped. It was so tight; I thought it was going to rip with every breath I took.
    H is cheeks turned pink. “Sorry. My bad.”
    The dress loosened up a bit and I suddenly realized that he’d wanted it a little tighter.
    I smiled wryly. “I guess you’re not complaining about my new figure either.”
    Tyler’s face turned serious. “You looked good before , Kendra. In fact, I think you’re perfect at any weight. I thought I made myself clear on how I felt earlier.”
    I thought about our kiss and my heart felt like it was growing out of my chest.
    I liked this Enchanter.
    I liked him a lot.
    And he didn’t even have to put a spell on me.

Chapter Fourteen
     
     
     
     
     
     
    “Um, so what is it that you wanted to show me?” I asked, clearing my throat. The electricity in the air between us and was intense.
    “Oh, that’s right,” he said , putting on his sunglasses.
    I pointed. “You don’t have to wear those all the time, do you?”
    He removed the sunglasses and folded them. “Sorry, I guess it’s a habit.”
    “I just think it’s probably good for your eyes to take them off now and then. You know, rest your peepers a little bit.”
    Okay, so that sounded kind of lame. The truth was, I really just wanted to see his dazzling eyes.
    He smiled. “Well, I never really considered ‘resting my peepers’, unless I’m going to bed at night. But I’ll take your advice.”
    I nodded. “It must be difficult to see indoors when you’re wearing them anyway.”
    “Actually, I can see much better than the average person. In fact, I can see things others can’t.”
    I cr ossed my arms over my chest. “Oh? You can’t see through clothing, can you?”
    “Do you really want to know?”
    “Yes,” I said. “I’d like to know if you can see…”
    “What you’re wearing underneath?” he asked with a wicked grin.
    Then I remembered in horror that I wasn’t wearing my panties and I quickly lowered my hands over my pelvis. He noticed this right away and raised his eyebrows.
    “Tell me,” I demanded, my cheeks burning.
    “Fine, I can’t tell what you’re wearing under your clothing.”
    I released a sigh of relief.
    “Unless , I try really hard,” he said and then threw his head back and laughed when he saw my horrified expression.
    I marched over and swatted him on the shoulder. “You are so… bad!”
    “Ouch!” he laughed , again. “You wanted to know.”
    “Are you two okay back here?” murmured Rebecca, peeking through the door.
    “Yes,” said Tyler. “I was just going to find the picture.”
    Picture?
    “Okay. I’ll be out here if you need me,” she said, walking away.
    “I’ll be right back,” said Tyler, walk ing toward the back of the warehouse. “Don’t touch anything … please.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Yes, you warned me yesterday.”
    I sat down on

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