A Little Bit Married

Flutter

The malls had large mirrors stationed all over the massive female dress section, and I caught myself stopping in front of a few to see my own reflection. I looked okay, but my dress looked like I had it on for a particularly passionate night.

I shook my head, just as Gray left my hand and walked away, his hands tucked in his pocket. I watched his back, my lips parting slowly, the warmth of his hand still prevalent in my hand.

I wondered how I would feel if I ever have to see him turn his back on me like this again. To go to someone else. Maybe Samantha. I wondered how it would feel then.

I cleared my throat and turned away, walking through the aisles myself. My eyes fell on a particular dark red dress, and I removed it from where it was and slowly brought it back to the mirror. I placed it in front of my body and moved slowly, examining how it looked around me.

It seemed okay, but was a little too... I am not sure what the word is, but it wasn't exactly what I wanted to wear next to a man as effortlessly stunning as Gray.

I removed it from my body, and the attendant thankfully took it. I was about to walk back and try to find something else when I felt a gentle hand rest on the edge of my hip. I turned, only to see Gray. He was holding a hanger, and he turned me back to the mirror, before coming behind me.

I held my breath as my eyes lifted to his reflection in the mirror, and I bit down on my lower lip. He was unzipping the dress, his eyes focused, his hair falling in front of his eyes.

I took in a deep breath, then let my eyes drop to my rather plain reflection. Light brown eyes, equally brown hair that was, well, long. I liked to keep it long. And to be honest, ever since Gray laced his fingers in my hair in order to keep me right there when he kissed me, I was glad I did.

I shook my head again and let out a breath, my chest heaving. No. We can't think of him that way. No. We shouldn't think of him that way.

Finally, he looked up, and my eyes immediately followed his. I must have looked expectant because he gave a small smile, then moved even closer.

He wasn't exactly touching me, but I could sense his warmth, his presence behind me.

Slowly, he brought a dress in front of me as he leaned to my height, one hand holding the dress up, while the other smoothed it over my body.

I looked down at the dress, my eyes wide. It was a light pink dress that had ruffled extra short sleeves that parted for a beautiful beaded light pink material that would hang over my chest without showing any cleavage. Just a teasing bit of skin. The stones looked like it would rest right against my skin, and the same beaded stones followed down the rest of my body in a dress that would follow the dips of my curves to the tee.

The slightly darker material that the sleeves were made of descended to a small belt around the waist, and then into a long cape in front of me that would fall right in front of my legs to the floor.

"It's beautiful, " I whispered, turning slightly to Gray.

He was watching my reflection, and I stopped, my eyes taking him in, my lips parting. He started to turn to me, but I immediately turned away, catching my breath.

"Come with me," he said in a whisper just like mine, then held my hand.

I let him pull me with him, the dress in his hand, his other hand holding mine tight. Hell, he knew all of the way to make me feel like I should not be the one letting go.

We finally got to a VIP dressing room, and he took me behind the curtains himself, then hung the dress up on one of the dress hangers in there.

"Be careful," he said, and I immediately nodded.

I watched him walk away, and I immediately got out of my other dress. I carefully unzipped the dress and wore it, smoothening it over me.

It was just like I had expected, and even though the stones on my chest and the rest of the dress were opaque, the ones that started from right beneath my ribs to the very end of my waist were merely strings that left that part of me exposed.

It was beautiful. I felt beautiful already.

I turned around, checking the back. It was perfection.

Slowly, I walked towards the curtains, then pulled it back a bit. Gray was talking to an attendant, and she seemed to be explaining something to him. He was not looking at her at all, his eyes squinted as he focused on the curtains. I dared to believe he was waiting for me.

Once the attendant was done, he handed her a black card, and she walked away with a small bow.

I took a deep breath, then slowly walked out to him. He turned to me, and I bit down on my lips, my chest heaving as I waited for what his reaction would be.

His eyes qwre really the beacons to his soul, because while the rest of his face remained stoic, his lips set in a defiant straight line, his brows carrying a slight furrow, his eyes immediately softened and brightened.

It was crazy how the colour of his eyes went from the ultimate grey before rain to the light grey after rain. He was after rain right now, but right before I came out, he was before rain.

I took a few steps forward, my hands smoothing the dress around me, my fingers running over my bare hips, and the stones right above my chest. He turned away for a moment, his eyes blinking rapidly.

"What do you think?"

He turned back to me, then nodded. "You should wear this tonight."

That wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear. I wanted to hear what he thought of me. Did he think it was beautiful? Did he think I made the dress better?

I bit down on my lips, then nodded, disappointment making my heart skink a bit.

"I will," I said, then slowly turned away, adjusting the dress.

My head lowered as I started to walk back to the smaller changing room to get out of the dress. I. Still needed to fix my hair and face before finally wearing it, and I haven't even gotten a pair of shoes yet.

"Evangeline," Gray called, his voice low.

I stopped and turned to him, my eyes slightly widening. I guess I was a sucker at hiding just how much I wanted him to acknowledge me. I guess I was a sucker at not needing his validation.

"You look beautiful in that dress," he said, his eyes briefly leaving my face to take the dress in before he met my eyes again. "You made the dress even better than I imagined."

I felt my heart flutter happily against my ribs, begging for freedom to run out to yet another man when it was still hurting from everything Kevin had done. But me and my heart... I guess we are both a little foolish, and a bit of foolishness isn't really a crime, is it?

I broke into a smile, then nodded, a small breath leaving me.

"Thank you. I am glad you think so."

His eyes softened even more, but I had more than enough. I quickly went over to the changing room, my hand pressed against my mouth to stifle the giggles I couldn't control. Hell, it felt good. So f*****g good.