Chapter Thirty One

I jump so hard that the dress falls from my hand in a soft rustle. And there he is. He's leaning against the door frame, his legs crossed at the ankles casually as he takes in the sight of me. My heart thunders in my chest for many reasons. Why's he here? While this is sweet…..we are not really going to consummate anything tonight…..are we? Look around, my consciousness tells me. What man goes through all this effort if he doesn't have the intention to have sex? That doesn't make me feel any better. I clear my throat awkwardly and straighten. I've not even had the chance to get out of my party dress and breathe properly.

"Hello….". I call out lamely. I shouldn't have said that….I should have said something more witty.

"Do you need help?". What's he even talking about? Do I look like I need help?

"No". I reply smartly. "I don't need any help thank you". I glance around the room and turn back to him. "You….you actually did all this?". He pushes from the door frame and makes his way furt