You glanced over at the bathroom, seeing him adjusting his suit in the mirror. You could already tell he wouldn’t appreciate your dress, not because of the thought of other men being attracted to your beauty, but because they would look at you with disgusting lust.

Before he finished, you reached for your pepper spray and pocket knife, tucking them into your bag. Dane came out of the bathroom, but stopped as soon as he saw you. He didn’t say anything at first, instead he walked over to his bedside table and grabbed his gun.

“You’re changing.” he muttered, sliding the gun into his pocket. You took a seat at your vanity, picking up your lipgloss. He walked over to you and stopped right behind you.

“I like it.” you remarked nonchalantly, earning a low hum from him. He fidgeted with the straps of your dress, observing your reflection in the mirror with a stoic expression, before pulling them up to cover more of your cleavage.

“I won’t have you attending the event with your goddamn chest showing.” he muttered, planting a gentle kiss on your temple before making his way to your closet.