Nicholas’s mouth was hot on mine. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me closely. I clutched at his shoulders, early accepting his kisses, until the need for air forced us apart.
He rested his forehead against mine. “You have to change.”
“Nick,” I said. He was being ridiculous. “This dress is not revealing.”
“You look so sexy in it. I can’t stand the thought of Terry seeing you like this.”
I smiled a little. This dress was not flattering on me. I knew that. I looked okay, but out of fashion. I’d worn more revealing clothes before.
I imagined a big part of Nicholas’s trouble was that he was attracted to me in anything. “You’d probably be jealous even if I wore a potato sack.”
He didn’t argue. “I don’t like the way Terry looks at you.” His arms squeezed me closer. “Why don’t you
