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“I like this dress,” Adrian says for the twentieth time, his fingers skimming along my flesh that meets the hem of it.

“You said that,” I smirked over to him.

“I mean, I really, really like this dress,” his fingers ventured a little further north, just underneath the hem. I bite my lip and my thighs tense with excitement.

I missed this side of Adrian. The side of him that makes me feel desired and wanted. I felt like he had been disinterested in my body for the past week. When Barry said the crap he did about Monica, it brought out this raw jealousy in me, and those feelings of self-doubt.

Now, with the way Adrian has been staring at my thighs, my chest and my body, I feel appreciated on a whole different level.

I loved the caring, patient side of him, but I like normal, rude and crude Adrian best.

We are driving back in his truck to my house to “talk”. Brittany made a big show of having an aunt and niece sleepover with Hailey, emphasizing to us over and over again that we had t