No matter how ready I am to belong with and to Sebastian, the thought of wearing a dress and heels in front of a crowd—even if it is just our close friends and family—fills me with dread.
My unsettled stomach rolls.I swallow and tighten my grip on my purse.
The upscale boutique is way too fancy for me.
“We should’ve brought Peter,” I grumble.
Sebastian’s noncommittal hum relays his thoughts.Although they get along for my sake, I’m not so socially inept that I don’t sense their animosity toward one another.I hold in my sigh and turn into the dressing room.
Racks of dresses and suits already line the back wall.Apprehension skitters through me.
Sebastian thanks the attendant and closes the door behind her.
“If Peter were here, I couldn’t do this.”
He scoops me off my feet and pins me to the massive mirror.I wrap my legs around his waist and tilt my hips.He groans and squeezes my butt as he devours my mouth with hungry sweeps of his tongue.
“I need you, sweet pea,” he growls.
My head spins and lungs burn as I struggle to catch my breath.
“Was this morning not enough?”I tease.
He drops his forehead to mine as a full-body tremor wracks him from head to toe.I woke him today with my breasts pillowed around his hard cock.Although I’m still not ready to put him anywhere near my mouth, the feel of his shaft sliding along my sternum and the smooth glide of his bulbous head hitting the base of my throat was hot as hell.
“You’re fucking killing me, Penelope,” he murmurs.
I smirk and scratch my nails down his back.
“You’re just trying to distract me so you don’t have to try on dresses, aren’t you?”he accuses.
“Hey, that’s not fair.You put us in this position all on your own,” I rebuke.
He chuckles, peppers my facial piercings with kisses, then deposits me in front of the rack of dresses.
I scowl and cross my arms over my chest.
He slides several hangers to the far side of the rack with an unimpressed tilt to his lips and selects four different outfits before ushering me behind the partition.
“I’m not competing with your best friend, but I’m not hopeless when it comes to clothes, sweet pea.Try these on before you give up on me,” he says.
I sigh and turn to grab the first hanger, only to freeze in shock.
With a plunge neckline, long, gauzy sleeves, a detachable half-skirt, and wide-legged pants, the white monstrosity shouldn’t work, but I yearn to see myself in it.Expecting to feel exposed and ugly from the plunge neckline—it literally goes all the way down to the waistline—I stare in shock at my gorgeous reflection.My scars remain the same, but they no longer represent humiliation and pain.
Because of Sebastian’s love, they’ve become a symbol of strength.No one is perfect.Everyone has demons.
I don’t need to fit into societal expectations with Sebastian by my side.
He’s my home.He’s where I belong.
He was right, dag nabbit.He’s good with clothes.
Or maybe he’s just good with my body.I never would have tried this on, but it highlights my curves without being lewd.The long sleeves make me feel like a princess, while the bodice displays my sternum piercings and belly button ring.
It’s perfect.
When I step out from behind the partition, Sebastian’s reaction is all the confirmation I need.He abandons his suit coat and stalks toward me with ravenous eyes.
