Daisy;
My heart raced faster as my fingers gripped hard on the edge of the dress, trying to drag it down to my knees. The dress was too exposing and everything on me felt uncomfortable. The worst of the worst was the fact the dress wouldn't stop pulling up to my thighs because I was seated.
I wish there was a way to take off. Crazy how my purse was too little to cover any part of my exposed body.
“You just have to relax. It’s just the two of us here,” Gamma Liam uttered, his eyes focused on the windshield as he drove.
What does he mean ‘relax’ when he was my sole reason for being uncomfortable? How did he expect me to relax when the only things holding my boobs were just two middle-size molded bras that weren't doing a proper job of covering my cleavage.
I don’t want to think of the
