“Do you have any idea what it felt like to watch you at the Forging Ball in the dress I picked for you”—What?!—“swirling in your lover’s arms and bowing to his traitor father?” His voice. I think I can feel the vibrations of his growl dancing over the sensitive skin of my throat. Stark’s never looked so… open before. That dress. That dress that was so damn perfect for me. That made my heart sing. Fuck, I thanked Killian for it. Stark picked my dress. I can’t shake that. Stark picked my dress.
