obvious, but it didn’t hit me until now. My sister’s getting married!
It’s simple, antiqued lace and slim against her curves. The sleeves go to her elbows, but the cutout in the back is way sexy. The dress looks snug, but it still manages to flow around her as she walks. It’s both simple and complex, and every ounce of it is Lora. It also makes my beige lace bridesmaid dress seem more perfect.
“You’re beautiful.” I hold my hands to my mouth. “I mean really, seriously, beautiful.”
Mom wipes back a few tears as she touches the sheer lace of the sleeves. “Wow, honey.”
Lora takes two big swallows as she looks at herself in the mirror. “Yeah. Wow.”
“Lora?” Derrick’s voice carries from the front of the shop.
“Oh shit!” Lora freezes as she stares at the curtain that separates the two rooms.
Mom picks up the small train. “Go, Lora.” She points to the dressing room. “He can’t see you like this.”
Mom and Lora head to the dressing room.
I glance down and feel naked again.
“Go, Ziah! Keep him out of here!” Lora’s eyes are wide.
Yes. Me. Feeling naked. Again, not really feeling this dress.
“Lora?” Derrick calls again.
“Ziah! Go!” she hisses.
Mom gives me a stare, which feels wrong. I’d think she’d want to protect me from being seen by anyone in this miniature outfit.
“But—” I gesture to the dress, which gets me a finger point and a frown.
I carefully step across the room and through the large curtain into the front of the shop. But it’s not just Derrick. That would be only slightly uncomfortable. It’s also Dylan. Of course. Definitely feeling naked.
So I might not be great with guys or whatever, but there’s no mistaking the way Dylan’s looking at me. His mouth isn’t open, but his jaw is slack. And his eyes are definitely not on my face.
I have no idea if I should be offended or totally soak it in. I go for the second, because walking on stilts has me feeling reckless.
Eleven
~ Dylan ~
Damn. I knew she had a good body, but… toned legs. Lots and lots of toned legs. Long, lean waist. Perfect, slender curves. And if I thought her neck was sexy before, it’s nothing like how it is now. The single strand of hair I wanted to touch has turned into several, and I can’t decide if they should all be put up or if the way they touch her cheekbones and neck would make it worth keeping them down.
I’m seriously close to embarrassing myself, so I shift to make sure nothing’s poking out.
Derrick coughs, and I jump. Her eyes are on me. Shit. I definitely wasn’t looking at her face. Hopefully, I’m not supposed to be answering a question, because I definitely didn’t hear anything.
“I just stopped by because we have a cake appointment, and…” Derrick trails off like he not only takes orders from Lora, but from Ziah, too.
“Well, I’m not missing cake testing, and I really want out of these shoes.” I swear she stands up even taller than before.
I take that as an invitation to check her legs again. I mean, they’re right there. A guy can only be so strong.
“So, we’ll see you guys there?” she asks.
“Sounds good,” Derrick says.
“Wait. Weren’t you supposed to be doing this today, too?” Ziah’s hands go on her perfectly curved hips as she shifts her weight.
“The tailor said he wouldn’t be ready until tomorrow,” Derrick says.
“Damn.” Ziah sighs. “I really thought you two were being tortured today—just like me.”
I am. She just doesn’t know it.
“We’ll see you girls in a few then.” Derrick’s hand grabs my shoulder with a little too much force.
“Yeah. See you.” I glare at my brother before smiling at Ziah.
When she turns, it’s all curves again, and a lot of bare back. Derrick slaps the back of my head as Ziah steps back behind the curtain.
“What the hell’d you do that for?” I ask as I rub my head and try to get my hair to sit right again.
“Wipe the drool off
It’s simple, antiqued lace and slim against her curves. The sleeves go to her elbows, but the cutout in the back is way sexy. The dress looks snug, but it still manages to flow around her as she walks. It’s both simple and complex, and every ounce of it is Lora. It also makes my beige lace bridesmaid dress seem more perfect.
“You’re beautiful.” I hold my hands to my mouth. “I mean really, seriously, beautiful.”
Mom wipes back a few tears as she touches the sheer lace of the sleeves. “Wow, honey.”
Lora takes two big swallows as she looks at herself in the mirror. “Yeah. Wow.”
“Lora?” Derrick’s voice carries from the front of the shop.
“Oh shit!” Lora freezes as she stares at the curtain that separates the two rooms.
Mom picks up the small train. “Go, Lora.” She points to the dressing room. “He can’t see you like this.”
Mom and Lora head to the dressing room.
I glance down and feel naked again.
“Go, Ziah! Keep him out of here!” Lora’s eyes are wide.
Yes. Me. Feeling naked. Again, not really feeling this dress.
“Lora?” Derrick calls again.
“Ziah! Go!” she hisses.
Mom gives me a stare, which feels wrong. I’d think she’d want to protect me from being seen by anyone in this miniature outfit.
“But—” I gesture to the dress, which gets me a finger point and a frown.
I carefully step across the room and through the large curtain into the front of the shop. But it’s not just Derrick. That would be only slightly uncomfortable. It’s also Dylan. Of course. Definitely feeling naked.
So I might not be great with guys or whatever, but there’s no mistaking the way Dylan’s looking at me. His mouth isn’t open, but his jaw is slack. And his eyes are definitely not on my face.
I have no idea if I should be offended or totally soak it in. I go for the second, because walking on stilts has me feeling reckless.
Eleven
~ Dylan ~
Damn. I knew she had a good body, but… toned legs. Lots and lots of toned legs. Long, lean waist. Perfect, slender curves. And if I thought her neck was sexy before, it’s nothing like how it is now. The single strand of hair I wanted to touch has turned into several, and I can’t decide if they should all be put up or if the way they touch her cheekbones and neck would make it worth keeping them down.
I’m seriously close to embarrassing myself, so I shift to make sure nothing’s poking out.
Derrick coughs, and I jump. Her eyes are on me. Shit. I definitely wasn’t looking at her face. Hopefully, I’m not supposed to be answering a question, because I definitely didn’t hear anything.
“I just stopped by because we have a cake appointment, and…” Derrick trails off like he not only takes orders from Lora, but from Ziah, too.
“Well, I’m not missing cake testing, and I really want out of these shoes.” I swear she stands up even taller than before.
I take that as an invitation to check her legs again. I mean, they’re right there. A guy can only be so strong.
“So, we’ll see you guys there?” she asks.
“Sounds good,” Derrick says.
“Wait. Weren’t you supposed to be doing this today, too?” Ziah’s hands go on her perfectly curved hips as she shifts her weight.
“The tailor said he wouldn’t be ready until tomorrow,” Derrick says.
“Damn.” Ziah sighs. “I really thought you two were being tortured today—just like me.”
I am. She just doesn’t know it.
“We’ll see you girls in a few then.” Derrick’s hand grabs my shoulder with a little too much force.
“Yeah. See you.” I glare at my brother before smiling at Ziah.
When she turns, it’s all curves again, and a lot of bare back. Derrick slaps the back of my head as Ziah steps back behind the curtain.
“What the hell’d you do that for?” I ask as I rub my head and try to get my hair to sit right again.
“Wipe the drool off
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