Gracie
Ryland and I were getting ready for dinner with my dad and Ashley. I was looking forward to seeing them since I hadn’t seen Ashley in a couple of weeks and only saw my dad twice.
“Which dress” I asked, holding two up to Ryland. They were taking us to some fancy place, so we had to dress up a little.
“The pink one.” He smiled. Good, that was the one I was leaning towards too. It was a knee length with thin straps and not too tight, which was always a bonus.
“Nice choice. I was thinking the same,” I grinned, slipping my dressing gown off, my underwear on underneath, and I pulled the pink dress over my head. I glanced over my shoulder at him, “Zipper, please, love.”
He came over and stood behind me, running his fingertips up and down my back, causing me to shudder, “Mm
