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I hadn't realized just how uncomfortable the dress was till I had walked out of the house and towards the car with Radiel. I shifted in the passenger seat of the car for what felt like the hundredth time. The material was thin—too thin—and the cut dipped lower than I was comfortable with. The air conditioner blasted against my skin, mixing with the night chill that seemed to creep through the tinted windows. Goosebumps rose along my arms and across my back. The fabric barely covered half of my breasts, and every time I moved, I felt like it might betray me.
“I’m cold,” I muttered again, wrapping my arms around myself.
Radiel didn’t even look at me at first. He kept one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting lazily on his thigh. The city lights passed over his face, sharp a
