"Stand still," he commanded as he flung out a dress from the rack and held it next to her. His gaze was switching from the dress to her body, completely and utterly drowning in his focus. Leal was biting her lower lip in embarrassment, feeling all the women in the store's piercing glare on her.
"This one?" Finally, he asked for her opinion.
She looked over to the burgundy Schiffer slip midi dress, with a thin strap. It has a silky satin fabric, similar to what she wore when she and Izzy went clubbing. It was also bodycon so it might hug her body. She nodded approvingly. Leal looked over to see him picking out heels with a ghost of a smile on his lips.
Momentarily forgetting about the malicious stares she's getting, she asked casually, "What are you thinking?"
"I was imagining you i
