Xander's POV
Allison is sitting with her hands on her lap, fiddling with her fingers. Is she nervous because I saw her in one of the dresses I bought, or because of something else?
"I was right about the dress," I say. "It suits you."
I'm partly saying this to reassure her and stop her from feeling nervous, but I truly mean it, even more than I realized.
The dress hugs her curves in all the right places, and the deep blue color brings out the lovely flecks of gold in her warm brown eyes.
A red hue spreads on Allison's cheeks in response to my words, crawling up her ears. She looks up from the hands resting on her lap and turns her gaze on me.
"You think so?" she asks.
Really, the sort of questions she asks, as if the answers aren't obvious.
"Of course I do," I reply. "You should dr
