Married To A Sex Freak
But before it could fully break through, he quickly calmed his voice and forced another smile, though this one was laced with confusion.
“But I actually like this one in particular, it will really look good on you” he reasoned, holding the gown up, letting the diamond details shimmer. “It’s beautiful. But since you don’t want it… who am I to dismiss a birthday girl’s ideas?” He surrendered, the warmth of his tone entirely feigned. He hung that back also.
He was losing the battle, but he was strangely determined to win the war. He brought out another: a yellow Cinderella gown. It was cartoonishly voluminous and childish, and I hated the thought of looking like a child on the streets. It took