“It’s just.. do you want me to go change into something more.. I don’t know, less? Or more? You didn’t tell me what to wear and now I feel a little overdressed.” “Do you wanna change?” “I don’t–” I cock my head and she shuts her mouth, somehow reading my mind without me having to say it. Speak your words, Jordyn James. “Uh, no,” she admits, her cheeks heating the way I know they do when she’s embarrassed. “I like this one.” “Then no, I don’t want you to change,”
