Meeting Her.

I stand looking at myself in the mirror, glistening silver grown flows over my body, the slit up the side exposes my leg. With Marcus, finding a dress was quick. He picked which I am grateful for because I am not comfortable with the price. I knew the moment we walked in the shop, one or two of each dress at the most, champaign in glasses. I knew the dresses would cost too much, and I felt uneasy choosing knowing he was paying.

So, when he walked in picked up the dress and said this is perfect, I looked and agreed, because well I guess I do. The dress is perfect what more can I say? Nothing really can I when that is the truth. The truth though, had I gone alone I wouldn't have even looked at that shop.

"Thinking hard there aren't you." My body jumps at the sound of his voice as he slowly stalks towards me, his eyes taking in the sight of my body in the gown.

"Now, I don't like to gloat, but damn I made one hell of a good choice with this." He rubs his hand against my exposed legs, sto