Which led to staring at theAdd to Cartbutton.
For an embarrassingly long time.
“Don’t do it,” I told myself.
I did it.
“Okay,” I said out loud, sitting up straighter like that somehow made the situation less ridiculous. “That doesn’t mean you have to actually buy it.”
I hovered over the checkout page.
Closed it.
Opened it again.
Closed it.
Opened it.
“But he’d look so good in it,” I muttered.
And before my common sense could stage an intervention—
I placed the order.
The confirmation email popped up instantly.
I stared at it. “Oh, my god.”
I had just spent a ridiculous amount of money on a corset for my boyfriend.
A corset he did not know about.
A corset I had secretly measured him for while he was unconscious.
Fuck.
The package arrived four days later.
Dorian was in the shower when the delivery guy knocked, which was the only reason I didn’t die on the spot. I grabbed the box off the porch and immediately looked around, as if the neighbors might somehow know what was inside.
Luckily, no one was out, so I rushed inside like I was smuggling contraband.
The box wasn’t even that big. It was small enough to hide.
I stood in the kitchen staring at it for a moment. “What now?” I whispered.
Dorian was still in the shower.
I could hear the water running.
Which meant I had about two minutes to make a decision.
I grabbed the box and speed-walked down the hallway to what was essentially a storage room. I shoved it behind a stack of old winter clothes in the back of the closet and stepped away slowly, continuing to step away until I was all the way back in the living room.
My heart was still racing when Dorian came downstairs a few minutes later, toweling his hair dry.
“You okay?” he asked casually.
