Laurel
“I have to go meet Kennedy…fuck shortcake.” I turn and see Ellis standing in the doorway to the bedroom his jaw clenched with his hand on the back of his neck. “Coline f*****g hates me. What did I do to her?”
I chuckle as he walks over and wraps his arms around me. “Would you consider wearing a sweater over that?”
“Ellis really!?” He makes a puppy dog face sending me into a fit of giggles. “Sharks do not pout!”
“This one does. Damn beautiful, I love it but I’m going to have to keep my hands off you and watch from afar. That is not fair. Coline has declared war on me I think.” He leans away and looks honestly concerned. It’s not as bad as he makes it. It is red and has a halter neckline leaving half my back exposed. The skirt fits all the way down into a flare under my knees wher
