“A further reason for my hesitation is that… I’d prefer you not look as good as you do right now without me on your arm.” My mouth dropped open a little, but I quickly recovered. “Are you telling me how I can and can’t dress?” I asked, gesturing at the—admittedly sexy—form-fitting orange dress I’d chosen to wear out with my friends. “Not at all, you should be admired,” he answered. “I’d just like everybody to know who you belong to while they’re looking.” Challenge that, bitch.
