Melody Reese

"You're not wearing that." I rolled my eyes when Draven pointed at my outfit, disapproval written in his eyes.

"Why not?" I shrugged my shoulders, then smoothed my white crop t-shirt that reached a little above my navel. I paired it with blue ripped jeans and flip flops, and as for my hair, I let it loose, falling on my back in waves.

"Baby, as much as they are our friends, they are still men and..." he trailed off when his eyes landed on my chest and stayed there without moving.

"What?" I waved a hand in front of his face when his eyes remained unblinking.

"You're not...