-Helena-
I was in Wylder’s room getting ready. He had put out a dress that lay on the couch when I got back from cleaning. I wasn’t sure when he had had the time to find the dress, but it was a beautiful little black one. It covered my arms and had nothing overly sexy about it. Except it was short, and it was tight. I had never worn anything like it. I often just stuck to pants, no reason to dress up, unless it was a small summer dress, but I liked it. I turned a little in the mirror, smiling as I looked at myself. It did look really good. Then I caught someone else looking into the mirror, watching me. I turned and saw Wylder standing there and watching me like he could eat me. He probably would if I allowed him to.
“I knew that one would look good on you,” he said and smiled, satisfied
