She shook the thoughts away in favour of slipping the skirt and shirt ensemble over her legs and her hips. Marley remembered when Aiden described the kind of costume he would like to see her in, her cheeks burning at the fact that this checked off all the boxes.
She refused to look in the mirror so she wouldn't lose her nerve, striding from the bathroom while she straightened the skirt. Bree's whistle caused her head to shoot up and her cheeks to flush all over again.
"Damn. He's not gonna see this one coming," she muttered, shaking her head with eyes lit up in amusement.
Marley frowned, "He?"
Tristan groaned from somewhere behind her, while Bree shook her head, "Never mind." she sighed dramatically, patting the space between her legs.
Marley chose to ignore her cryptic comment, in fa
