<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla nodded, understanding his reaction. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“I didn’t mean to insinuate… I just… I know my brother. When he actually likes someone… he takes his time.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she replied, staring off at the bedroom door while watching him get dressed. She smiled as he didn’t bother putting on a shirt, secretly hoping he’d walk around like that more often now that they both were showing considerable interest in him.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Like he does with you…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> there was affection in her voice, for both him and her brother. Sliding of the bed, she limped a little as she pulled his robe around her, tying the belt securely around her waist, the luxurious fabric clinging to her curves.</span>