"Thanks," I say, heading toward the back. "My girlfriend's already in one of them."
Girlfrienddoesn't even begin to describe it, but I'm not about to blow this random human woman's mind by explaining the whole mate bond thing, no matter how much the information wants to bust out of me like a Chestburster every chance it gets.
She makes a noncommittal noise that could mean anything from "that's nice" to "I'm secretly plotting world domination," and I continue on my merry fucking way.
"Regina?" I call, approaching the dressing rooms. "You decent?"
"Define 'decent,'" comes her dry response from behind one of the doors.
"Wearing enough that I won't get a shoe thrown at me if I come in," I reply.
The door cracks open, and Regina's face appears in the gap. "You are not coming in here."
"Why not? No one else is around, and I've got more stuff for you to try on." I hold up the armful of clothes as evidence. "Besides, I've seen you naked. Multiple times. In multiple positions. And I'd love to add a few more."
Her cheeks flush that delicious pink that makes me want to see how far down the blush goes. "That's different."
"Is it, though?" I raise an eyebrow. "Come on, let me see the dress."
She sighs, then opens the door wider, and holy fucking shit.
The purple dress hugs every curve like it was made for her. The neckline showcases our mating marks perfectly, and the color makes her eyes look even darker.
Pretty sure this is color theory, but I spaced out in art class and mostly just drew dicks and tits. I kind of wish I hadn't half-assed it though, because her tits aredefinitelyworth painting.
She's breathtaking.
Literally.
I think I forgot how to breathe for a second.
"Well?" she asks, seeming suddenly self-conscious under my stare. "Is it that bad?"
"Bad?" I choke out. "Regina, you look...fuck."
Words fail me, which is a first. I've always got words. Usually too many of them, according to Killian. It helps that they don't usually go through my brain first, just fly straight out of my mouth. Kind of a gift.
But right now, all I can do is stare at the goddess in front of me and wonder how the hell I got lucky enough to call her mine.
"I'll take that as a compliment," she says, a small smile tugging at her lips.
I snap a quick picture before she can protest and send it to the group chat with just the caption:!!!!!
The responses are exactly what I expected.
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Holy shit.
NERD
Buy it. Buy ten of them.
OTHER NERD
I'm supposed to be working on a group project right now but I can't tear my eyes away from this picture. I'm going to fail and then I won't graduate, which means none of us are graduating and we're all going to have to live in a box under a bridge.
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