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“Well, let me try it on for you.”
Sam’s mouth hangs open as I unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor. I pretend I don’t see the way his eyes roam over my body, that I don’t notice the way he’s covering up his crotch with his hands. I put on the dress and turn my back to him.
“Would you mind zipping me up?”
His hands are cold as they graze against my skin. He pulls the zipper up slowly, and I can feel his breath on the back of myneck. He’s practically panting. I whirl around, showing off the dress for him.
“What do you think?”
He nods. “Yeah. It’s very nice.”
I pout, looking like I’m thinking really hard. “But I’ve already worn it in a picture. I think we need something else. See what else you can find in there.”
He turns back to my closet and picks out a top that still has the tag on. It’s cropped, and only has thin spaghetti straps to keep it in place. “How about this one?”
I take it from him, holding it up against my body. “Yeah, this one is nice. I could wear this in our picture; it kind of matches your shirt. It’ll look good.” I grab a pair of jeans and shimmy into them. Then I have Sam unzip my dress again, and I slip on the sheer top.
A low moan escapes his lips, and he reaches new shades of red as I show him the outfit. “You look really nice,” he compliments me.
“Thanks, you’re sweet. Should we take that picture?”
He nods slowly. “Okay. Um… I’m not usually in the pictures on my page. You might have to guide me a little.”
“Sure,” I mouth and smile. I grab my phone and tell him to follow me into the living room. I wish I had my camera instead, but it’s still broken.
I try to think about how to do this. Whenever I talk to Patrick Amaranth, he’s always yammering on about his brand. I don’t think Sam cares much about that though, but I guess it can’t hurt to play into the gamer content he’s got going on. I’m not supposed to know about that though, so I tilt my head and ask him, “Can you show me your profile? I just want to see what type of picture would go with your feed.”
“That doesn’t matter,” he says. “It’s enough to have you in the picture.”
“Okay, if you’re sure.” I sit down on the couch. “Let’s keep it simple then. How about a selfie?”
“Sure, we can do a selfie,” he replies and sits down next to me. Our legs are touching, and it’s pretty obvious that he’s nervous. If I’d known my page was going to havethistype of impression on people, I would have started sooner.
“You okay?” I ask coyly. “You look a little flustered, Sam.”
“I’m okay. How should we do this?”
I hold up my phone at a slight angle and tell him to smile. I deliberately get closer, so that I’m pressed to his side. I feel him put his arm around my back, and I snap the picture.
“Let’s do one more, just in case,” I tell him and take a couple more. I then pull the photos up on the screen and flip through them. “This one’s pretty good,” I say and hand him my phone. “What do you think?”
We’re both smiling, although Sam is looking a little shaken. He nods and gives me the phone back.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, the words barely even audible. I smile sweetly.
“Oh, please. You’re just saying that.”
“No,” he says again, his voice firm. “I mean it; you’re amazing.”
This guy is like a puppy! I could probably tell him the sky is pink, and he’d believe me. “Thank you. You’re a really nice guy, Sam.”
His gaze flicks between my eyes and my lips, and I feel a flutter in the pit of my stomach. Sam leans in closer, his eyes hooded and his breathing labored.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Alright,” I whisper, and not even a second later, his lips are on mine. It’s a hard and eager sort of kiss, and I have to push on his chest a little to stop him from crushing me entirely. His tongue is fighting with mine, swirling around like a tumbledryer. I don’t think Sam has a lot of experience kissing women with the way he’s going at my mouth. I push at his chest again, and he pulls away.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asks.
