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I’ve never really cared before. If I had an itch, I scratched it. But it never consumed my life.
I’m starting to think that it could become a problem.
Taking a step closer, I reach out and drag my knuckles down the smooth fabric of the dress.
“Kieran Callahan,” I breathe, my chest tight and a messy ball of emotion clogging my throat.
There is a tag on the hanger, and when I turn it over, I find the words “wear me” in Kieran’s writing.
I shake my head before I look at the bed and find a box.
“Open me.”
With a smirk playing on my lips, I pull the lid from the black box and peer inside.
There’s a beautiful pair of shoes. Ones that I always gaze at in the mall but would never buy myself. There is also a pretty lace pair of panties. And then there is another, smaller box.
I frown. It’s too big for jewelry.
“Oh my god,” I gasp when I get my first look at what lies inside.
There’s another note.
“Wear me. I dare you.”
Plucking the pink silicone toy from its box, I hold it up, studying it. Desire courses through my veins as I try to imagine what it’ll feel like inside me.
Thankfully, he left the instructions with it—which I embarrassingly read to make sure I wear it right. I’m not exactly a sex toy expert.
With it still in my hand, I look up at the dress as butterflies flutter in my belly.
He wants me to dress so beautifully and yet…beneath the surface…
He’ll be the only one who knows.
Everything south of my waist tightens and my temperature rises.
I’m still standing there when my cell pings in my purse.
I immediately pull it free, because I know it’s him.
Kieran: You have one hour.
“Oh my god.”
Picking everything up, I take it with me to what I’m hoping is a bathroom hiding behind the door on the other side of the room.
The moment I step inside, my chin drops.
The counter is covered in my things.
I spin around and look into the shower, finding my shampoo, conditioner, and favorite shower gel.
A laugh tumbles from me as I take in everything he’s done.
My cell dings again.
Kieran: Fifty-five minutes.