Dylan didn't blink at my appearance. His eyes looked at my hair to my feet in fascination. That gaze sent chills down my body. I tried to divert the nervousness by wiping my hair behind my ear.
“I take back what I said this afternoon, little dove.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my hair. “Your outfit choice isn't boring.”
I chuckled. “If you want to be my girlfriend, you have to accept me for who I am, hottie,” I replied. “I'm glad we're wearing matching colors tonight.”
I wore a tight, sleeveless navy blue dress with a skirt just above my knees, gold earrings, a gold bracelet, and ankle strap heels. Dylan wore a casual navy blue shirt, jeans, and boots. We matched perfectly.
“So am I.” We walked together to his car at the door.
“What's with the hug?” I asked.
“Yvonne
