Page 87 of Vows We Never Made

Her smile reaches her eyes for a second, then she disappears back in the room. I’m left to twiddle my thumbs until she shows me the next dress.

Chiffon this time.

A smooth, full skirt that gleams in the light. It’s less decorative, but the pinned waist and flowing skirt just doesn’t quite suit her.

“No good?” she asks, correctly reading my expression.

“Nah. Better, though. Moreyou.”

Her face screws up. “What would you know aboutme, Ethan?”

“When I see it, I’ll know.”

“Fine.” Waving her fingers, she disappears into the room again.

This time, she takes so long that I think they must be having some kind of wardrobe malfunction. But when she finally steps back into view, my brain shuts off.

Holy fuck.

This dress looks molded to her, hugging every curve I’ve done my best not to think about since that kiss on the beach.

The lace bodice is partly sheer, revealing pale skin, dipping low to show off soft, suckable breasts.

The mermaid-style dress skims her hips and flows down her thighs. Small waist, rounded hips.

Fuck.

I’m almost delirious with the need to touch her, to get it off, to peel away that dress and see what’s hiding underneath.

It’s modest, though, showing just enough to make me thirst for more.

“Well? What do you think?” she asks when I don’t say anything. “Do you hate it? I think Mom will kill me if I show up in this.”

“Forget your mother.” My voice is so rough I need to clear it. “That’s the one. Search over.”

“Really?” She smooths a hesitant hand down her waist. “Do you think—”

“Yes.”

“Absolutely no doubt?”

In my head? Yes.

But my cock screamsno.

“None. It’ll do you justice, Pages. It fits your shape, without being blinding or giving away too much.”

Her green eyes meet mine.

Something flares in them that makes me shift in my chair. Against my will and better judgment, my cock rises.

“Okay, I’ll… I’ll tell them.” She swallows and nods.

“You can try on the rest if you want, but that’s what I want to marry you in.” My voice is unintentionally gruff. Probably because I’m speaking insanity.

Yet I still can’t look away.

Her nostrils flare and she nods one final time.