Chapitre 28: A Man of Simplicity

Demyan

"Do you think your clothes will still fit you?" Ethan folded his arms over his strong chest as I sifted through my clothes. When I was eighteen to twenty my body was fairly leaner, of course now that Dad's and Pa's genes were really taking into effect I was bigger especially with ballet. 

My waist was not the tiny itty bitty little thing it used to be and my arms and legs were a lot more muscular. Malia was a feather to carry but the dances had become a lot more complicated with experience and I needed more muscle. 

I held up a velvet green corset I used to wear with a matching skirt and let out a laugh. "How in the world did I fit in this?" I tried to stretch the corset out but it barely covered my torso. The skirt looked like it would have better success but my arse would probably be hanging out for the world to see. Not that Ethan would mind, I knew this used to be his favourite outfit back then.