C17 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

He's smirking at me. Naturally.

“Change.” He holds out the dress. And doesn’t make a move to turn away.

Right. Back to game playing. I didn’t really think he was done with them, did I? No, I just tried to pretend it was over so I’d have enough peace of mind to focus on not fucking up learning all I had to over the past few weeks. But that’s probably exactly what he’s wanted, me on edge