Saturday night came too fast.

I spent the afternoon trying on and discarding dresses until the bedroom floor looked like a crime scene. Dominic watched from the doorway, arms crossed, that same calm expression he wore when he already knew he would win.

“Wear the red one,” he said. “The short one. No underwear.”

“You’re enjoying this too much.”

“I’m enjoying you.” He stepped in, turned me toward the mirror, and zipped the dress himself. His hands lingered on my hips. “Every time you get jealous your whole body changes. Your voice drops. Your eyes go darker. Your cunt gets wetter. I want all of that in the same room...