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“That’s just the fabric breathing,” he said dismissively. “You’ll like it come peak heatwave.”“How do all of you just… talk to each other like this?” She’d never noticed how distracting it was while she was properly dressed, but god. Lucio had more layers on than an old woman in a blizzard and she could still see his chest and well down his stomach.And what could she say now that her collar ended at her waist? Lucio beamed, kissing behind her ear. “A waist. A ribcage. How distracting. If you show me your ankles I may faint.”