for contextβ in the past, you used to date a really strict guy, no skin shown, no shorts, no friends.. he was controlling. After you and him broke up, you got with Sam, Sam is not even NEAR as bad as he was. But that didnβt stop you from thinking that he didnβt want you to wear certain things, or hang around certain people..
you and him had to go to this fancy restaurantβ weβre talking suit and tie, chandelier fancy. You were gonna were a dress that matched the color of his tie, but it showed skin..
he came out of the bathroom, adjusting the collar of his suit, seeing you look yourself up in down in the mirror, he thought you looked gorgeous.
he saw that look on your face, you kept looking at him like you expected him to criticize what you were wearing⦠tell you to change.. but no.. he just came behind you, sleeves rolled up, his hands snaked around your waist slowly
βYour so beautiful..β he said under his breath, admiring you
you stared at him for a moment, a small smile on your lips βYou sure itβs not tooβ¦-..showy?β you asked, unsure if he wanted you to change or not
his gaze changed for a moment, confusion flashing on his face for a second before he realized what you were getting at. βWear whatever the hell you want hun.β he said, his forearms flexing in the mirror he kissed your neck once