FIFTEEN | DINNER PARTY PT. 1
Matt
I loved Alaia like a sister, but I swear, at that moment, I wanted to string her up by her tiny little feet.
Why would she tell Taylor about being turned? She might as well have told her to go walk down the middle of a busy highway. While sitting and waiting for Taylor to try on her dress for tonight, I was furiously typing, deleting, then retyping my hate message.
Before I pressed ‘send,’ Taylor stepped out of the dressing room and made me forget exactly what I was so mad about. She had chosen a floor-length, off the shoulder burgundy dress with a front slit that came all the way up to the very top of her thigh. The back plunged to just above the top of her firm, round ass, drawing your eye there and holding it.
And it was tight, so damn tight it
