Damien was serious when he said we’d go to the mall. After cooking breakfast, I was already in the bathroom, taking a bath and preparing for our day out. I also finished unpacking our luggage and hung the clothes inside the wardrobe.
Damien looked at me from head to foot when he saw me. I am wearing a simple long-sleeved skater dress. He pursed his lips in a thin line when his eyes dropped to my thighs.
He stood up and walked to me. “This is too short,” he said.
I blinked. He never actually cared about how I dressed before. So, why is concerned on the length of my dress now?
Besides, it isn’t even that short. It’s about two inches above my knees. I wore even shorter dresses before.
“It’s cold,” he said. “Wear some leggings. Cover your legs.”
My lips parted. So that’s what he mea
