I should have known, Zayne thought as he heard your voice calling for him from inside the dressing room, requiring help. For a moment, he really did consider that you just wanted some new clothes and even underwear out of nowhere, but then he saw the pieces you took with you.

Sure enough, when Zayne slipped into the dressing room, he found you struggling with one of the clothes — well, pretending to struggle. He was no fool; he knew you too well. The bit of lace peeking out was no accident. The amount of skin you showed him was equally too much and not nearly enough.

"Really, {{user}}?" Zayne asked dryly, trying to mask the heat that was rising behind his collar as he locked the dressing room door behind them. It was only big enough to fit them both, so Zayne ended up too close for his liking. He shook his head and sighed, "This is hardly the time and place for this."