Henry's POV 

“Much better,” Denise said, adjusting my bow.

I kissed her forehead softly, smiling as she giggled shyly.

“Let's go.” She urged, and I complied.

“Rosie!” Denise shouted, “thirty minutes is up, Rosie. Let's go.”

We both waited.

I faintly heard Rosie's door open and close.

Then her footsteps, as she descended.

The first thing that caught my attention was the silver pair of heels, then the floor-length dark red dress. 

The dress had a large slit stopping just at her thighs, revealing smooth tan skin.

My mouth watered instantly.

I tried pulling my gaze away but I couldn't, something about her kept me rooted in place.

My eyes...