DEATON'S POV
Lia and I go straight to her room when we reach the house to fix herself. I didn't enter, of course. Just patiently waited outside, leaning my back against the wall opposite her room, hands tucked in my front pocket, focusing on the floor.
I lift my head when I hear the door creak open, and my heart skips a beat from the display of immense beauty in front of me.
The satin material of her long sleeves pink dress hugs her curves perfectly. Soon, warmness begins crawling up from my neck to my cheeks when I notice the plunging neckline, revealing some flesh of her soft bosom.
I look away, embarrassed by my body's ridiculous reaction. "What are you wearing, Lia? You are exposing too much skin." I'm surprised at how stern I sound, as if I am Lia's protective boyf
