[She so desperately wants his hands on her that the way they go over the trimmings and decorations is almost infuriating, and her head falls back to rest against the tile, her eyes never once leaving his face as she watches his trail over her. Strange enough that tension and that heat that had built up is stoked all over again by the way his gaze softens.]
Of course I did.
[She does not mean for her voice to sound so breathless.]
Did you really think I would let someone else choose a dress for me?
[Her lips pull into a grin, and she gives her body a light arch towards his hand.]
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Of course I did.
[She does not mean for her voice to sound so breathless.]
Did you really think I would let someone else choose a dress for me?
[Her lips pull into a grin, and she gives her body a light arch towards his hand.]