“I was never creeped out.”
“You’re sweet, but you’re also a liar.”
Finn chuckled. “It wasn’t your best look, but I was too busy staring at your tits to care.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“Well, you look fucking incredible.” His gaze moved slowly over my figure. I could’ve sworn Ifeltit.
“You’ve only seen me from the side.”
“The slit on that dress alone is enough to warrant the compliment. Those legs…” he rumbled. I saw some movement off to my side, and was pretty sure he’d shaken his head.
“They’re not too bad.”
“Don’t insult yourself like that.”
I leaned away from the mirror, checking my mascara and eyeliner from a little further away. It was good for the moment, but it would undoubtedly be smeared by the time the performance was over. My eyes were makeup resistant or something.
I turned to face him. “I’m sure you look equally—” My lips parted, and the words died in my throat.
Finn was wearing a pair of jeans, nice sneakers, and a white button-down shirt. The long sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, and a few of the buttons were undone.
It was the perfect mix of dressy and casual. I was a fan. Abigfan.
“Hot damn,” I finally said. “Maybe neutral-colored clothing isn’talwaysbad.”
Finn’s lips curved upward, just a little. “Maybepinkisn’t always bad.”
The dress I had on was dark, pink satin, with a high neckline, a low back, and a long, silky skirt. The slit went nearly to the top of my thigh, making the dress a little more interesting.
“I take serious offense to the suggestion that pink could ever be anything other than ideal,” I said, turning back to the mirror rather than stepping into his arms like I wanted to.
Would it be bad to ask him to fuck me in the bathroom a few hours after we decided to attempt dating?
I was thinking yes.
Maybe after the performance. If he was interested.
The mass amount of sex we’d had during the climax told me hewasinterested, but we had never screwed without the hormones pushing us to. Maybe his sex drive was low on a normal day. I wasn’t sure, and definitely hadn’t asked.
“This dress has started to convince me,” he said.
“I would’ve thought the thong could do that.”
“I never saw it on you, or it probably would’ve.”
This was my chance to get an answer about his sex drive on the sly.
“Maybe I’ll let it try its hand at swaying you after the play. If you’re interested.” I didn’t dare look his way.
“I amalwaysopen to being swayed by one of your thongs.”
So we were on the same page.
“Good to know,” I said.
Finn stayed where he was while I finished touching up my natural curls with an iron, in an attempt to make them all match a little more.
