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| the buttons on my breeches also? I don't have another pair, nor do I have another shirt. I could only afford this one outfit!'' |

| "I think I can offer assistance if you would allow it," Ashton said, his eyes twinkling. |

| "No, thank you," Sasha said, avoiding his eyes as he implored her with them. "I will manage. Somehow." |

| Ashton shrugged as he moved to his feet. He stretched his arms over his head. "Whatever you say," he said, yawning. "Goodnight, Sasha." |

| Sasha watched him saunter off to his tent, the play of muscles on his legs and shoulders making her heart race. When he bent to crawl inside his tent, she looked quickly away, embarrassed. She placed a hand over her heart, wishing that it would quit pounding. It was too much proof of just how much she loved Ashton Yorkand that she mustn't! |

| Sighing heavily and feeling the need to walk off her frustrations, Sasha slipped out of her bedroll. As she stood she winced and groaned, for what she had feared came to pass. One step from the bedroll and a button popped from her breeches. |

| And then another! |

| She looked incredulously down at her awkward situation, her stomach all but exposed where the breeches gaped open in front, her breasts all but hanging out where the shirt strained against them. The breeches were now up past her ankles, and so tight that every step was an effort. |

| "What am I to do?" she whispered, raking her fingers nervously through her unbraided hair. |

| Firm hands on her waist made Sasha's knees weaken, for she did not have to look to see who it |

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