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| She twisted and turned her shoulders, trying to get more comfortable in her tight, shrunken shirt. But in doing so she only drew the shirt more tightly against her breastsso much that a button popped loose and flipped awkwardly through the air, hitting Ashton in the face. |

| Sasha covered a gasp behind her hand. "I'mI'm sorry, Ashton," she said, her eyes wide. "I had no idea the button was loose." She had to stifle a giggle behind her hand, for it was amusing to see Ashton's expression when the button hit him. |

| Ashton chuckled low as his gaze moved to the gap in her shirt where the strain had snapped the button off. The fire's glow revealed quite a magnificent cleavage, her rounded breasts all but exposed to his feasting eyes. "I don't think a loose button was the problem," he said thickly. "It seems they were battling something quite out of their control." |

| "Oh, yes," Sasha said, sighing. "My shirt. It shrank today. Also my breeches." When Ashton continued to stare openly at her, she followed his gaze, stopping where her shirt gaped open, and realized why he had not been able to peel his eyes away from the sight. |

| A blush rose hot to her cheeks as she tried in vain to pull the shirt closed, then finally drew a blanket up around her shoulders and glared at Ashton. |

| "Sweet darlin', so you see what I meant," Ashton said, touching her cheek gently. "The next time you purchase a shirt make sure it is adequate in size to cover your beautiful breasts." |

| "I told you that the shirt shrank," she said heatedly. She slapped his hand from her face. "And also my breeches." She paled. "Oh, Lord, what if I pop |

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