Fifty Shades Of Lovia
He teased, stepping closer to analyze my outfit well.
I bit back a laugh and replied. “It’s not halloween, it's just me being myself.”
“Then why do you look like Cruella de Vil and a CEO had a lovechild?” he said, eyebrows arching.
“Not that I’m complaining. You’re… wow. But also… what?”
I walked past him, pretending not to care, but his voice followed me as if it was my shadow.
“Oh no, you’re not walking away from me like that. I’ve seen you dressed to kill before, Lovia, but this—this is different.“ He uttered, following me.