I readily allow myself to be dragged by Arthur to the changing room, but his mischievous smirk is already making me think otherwise.

I perked my brows up as I entered the changing room and stared at Arthur. "You are aware that you are not permitted to enter?" I inquired as I attempted to push Arthur away.

"Who said I couldn't go into the dressing room? Besides, I'd like to see how you dress."

He'd just sounded like a full-fledged pervert.

"Can you please look around and tell me if you see anyone entering the dressing room to watch their girlfriend dress?" I questioned Arthur, raising my brows like a...