JULES

I arrived at Mika’s house a few short minutes later, my heart pounding an unsteady rhythm against my ribs the entire way.

As I stepped out of the backseat of the yellow cab, the humid summer air hit my skin, and I gingerly adjusted my dress, smoothing the fabric down over my hips. I had picked out a black, incredibly daring, strapless lacy body con dress that stopped dangerously mid-thigh.

It clung to every single curve of my body like a second skin, pushing my breasts up and leaving a scandalous amount of leg completely bare. I knew it was entirely inappropriate for a casual moving day, but I...