Wynta
Jared handed her a simple dress that she could see would fall to her knees, and she looked at him, “Underwear?”
“Hmm,” he smiled and shook his head ‘no’.
“Get over yourself,” she muttered. She knew what he was thinking. It was all in that smile on his stupidly handsome face. “I may be here getting initiated, but you didn’t get it the way you wanted to.” she told him and walked into the bathroom to pull that dress on. She was actually still wearing her underwear from yesterday. She’d just keep it on for now. She’d like a clean and fresh pair but could deal with it.
He held his hand out to her when she came out of the bathroom and her eyes moved to it, and she frowned. “What is wrong with you today?” she asked, not taking it and heading for the door. They never held hands, it wasn'
