“Out of my dress?” I looked at him, surprised.
“Well yeah, we have to get changed anyways.” He chuckled softly, his fingers tracing my arm.
“But it’s so pretty…” I said, looking at it fondly and sliding my leg out of the slit, waving it back and forth gently.
“No, I think you make the dress look pretty.” His reply was smooth, and I giggled softly. “You’re so perfect in anything you wear.”
“You’re just saying that.” I said, tracing his naked chest with my finger.
“Now why would I do that?” He said with a laugh as he pulled the dress down my body.
“To get me out of my clothes.” I laughed as his eyes widened at the outfit underneath the dress.
“If I wanted to do that, I would just tear them off.” He said, fingering the bra I was wearing. I blushed softly. “Did you pick this out
