Amelie
“What the fûck are you wearing?” He growled into my ear.
I ignored him or tried to as much as I could with him looking so tempting. In a black shirt with faded denims he was distracting to the pointed that I had almost slipped while descending the stairs. Now he was glaring at me as we waited for Summer and Gabriel to step out of the car. The reason for his glaring was the red dress I was wearing. And not to lie, I damn well enjoyed how his nostrils had flared and how even now his eyes couldn’t stop but rake over me. It was a spaghetti dress with thin straps on my shoulders that led down two triangles that only covered my nîpples, leaving a lot of my chest bare to look. I wasn’t wearing a bra and it was clearly visible with my hard nîpples pointing behind the fabric in the cool ni
