"The straps are a little too much in addition to the diamond stops of the dress", he gives his analysis as he sits on the floor before standing and taking a few steps back.
He strokes his chin in observation and he continues to check me out, his gaze flickering between my feet and my shoulder where the diamond studs actually start.
I pout as I look up at him, but his eyes remain on me, and now, they are focused on looking at somewhere in between the stop of the gown and the stop of the shoe- my ankle.
I trace his line of sight to see where he's transfixed
and I can't help but smile at the fact that this grey eyed beauty thinks my legs are hot enough to catch his attention.
I'm an introvert, but I've always been confident with my body, however, the appreciation I'm receiving from
