I stepped out of the changing room, my cheeks still flushed, and positioned myself in front of Damien. With bated breath, I asked, "What do you think?" I felt exposed, not just physically, but emotionally, in that moment—his opinion mattered more than I cared to admit.
His eyes traveled the length of my body, taking in the dress, before his gaze met mine. "It's perfect," he said with a hint of a smile. I noticed the approval in his eyes, and my heart skipped a beat.
As he stepped towards me, closing the distance between us, I felt a surge of electricity. Standing so close, I whispered, "You don't have to pretend you didn't see anything. I know you did." I couldn't meet his eyes, my own gaze dropping to the floor, as I admitted this.