The things he’d do to her once they are back. He doubts if he could hold himself from touching her the whole night. It wasn’t even about the dress or the way she got ready. But the way her eyes still held love and hope for him made him stumble, his breath staggering.
“You look...” he paused, not able to find the exact word to describe her as he slowly walked to her and knelt in front of her, making her eyes go wide.
“What-” her words stuck in her throat as he lifted her feet slowly and rested it on his thigh, helping her wear her white stiletto heels and tied her straps, his breath heavy and uncontrolled as he felt her hand on his shoulder to balance herself.
There was something in that moment that made him feel so vulnerable as he helped her into another heel, his hands slightly shaking with the need to touch her and make her his.
He raised his head slowly and looked at her when he was done and that was the moment he knew he was doomed.