Maddox walks past me, plucking a dress off the rack and holding it up. “Try this.” I blink. “What?” His eyes meet mine, and before I can ask if he’s joking, he continues. “It’ll complement your eyes.” I let out a soft laugh, caught between amusement and pure disbelief. “Are you serious? You don’t even know my style.” His eyes drag lazily down my body, and the way he’s looking at me should be illegal. I feel the trail of electricity his gaze leaves on my skin, and I squirm uncomfortably under his gaze. “I know what’ll look good on you.”
