The dress is perfectly tailored. Midnight blue on her skin, It's not revealing, it's modest but it moves, it twirls, it swirls around her waist and legs…
"You need to stop wearing hoodies," I say roughly.
"What?"
"Stop hiding yourself. Just stop wearing those huge clothes like you want to vanish." I move closer, my hands trailing down her sides. "You're beautiful, Soren. You should dress like you know it."
"I don't feel beautiful."
"Then I'm not doing my job right."
I kiss her again, slower this time, savoring it and she melts into me.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," I whisper against her lips. "And in this dress? Every guy at that gala is going to want you."
"I don't want them."
"Good. Because you're mine."
Even I am taken aback by the pos
