DAMIEN
"Baby, which dress will look good on me?" Elowen asks for the tenth time, pointing at the dresses spread out across the hotel bed.
I sigh and slide a hand into my pocket, my eyes moving over the different colored dresses. Honestly, I can't even picture which one would look good on Elowen.
My wolf, Rolf, growls inside my mind, reminding me that it took mere seconds to pick the right dress for Lyssa when we were still together. I knew her body like my own—every curve, every dip. I'd explored every inch of her.
"Damien?" Elowen calls, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Where did you get lost?" she asks with a pout, then smirks mischievously. "Or is this your way of saying I'll look good in anything?"
I nod, letting her believe that. She giggles.
"Aw, you could have just said so. It makes me feel good when you appreciate my beauty, you know?" she says, fluttering her lashes before turning back to the dresses. "Hmm, let's see..."
