Con Artist| 90

I stepped out of my room wearing one of my old dresses, I was surprised that it still fits although it's a bit snug around the waist.

I paired the dress with black stilettos, pulling it down a bit, Theo stood up and I smiled at him.

"The toxic masculinity urge to tell you to go change back into those sweats is huge right now," he said and I giggled as I fixed my earrings.

"Then keep it," I said and fixed the string by my high slit.

"Does the slit have to be that high?" Theo asked cutely and I shook my head at his antics. "And does your body have to look that hot in that dress?"

"Do you want me to go to this party with you?" I asked him and he groaned before nodding.

"Yes, I want you there...with me."

"Then stop complaining," I said to him as I fixed his tie and he sighed. "You could just tell me that I look nice," I whispered and pushed a lock of his hair away from his face.

"You look gorgeous, and that's why I'm already jealou