Nefretiri
"You're staring," I whispered, standing at the bottom of the stairs, unsure if I should turn around and go back upstairs.
"You're…" Ivan's mouth was still on the ground, his eyes moving all over me, as if he couldn't decide where to focus.
"It's… different," I admitted, smoothing out the emerald-green dress, aware that it was worth more than all my clothes in New Mexico.
"You're…" Ivan muttered again, coming closer, but stopping a few feet away.
"Ivan can't talk!" Vince swooped up beside us, his eyes wide at his cousin's reaction. "Hey, Ivan? You alright, man?"
"She looks…" My mate tried again, barely acknowledging his cousin. I would've been worried if not for the hungry expression aimed in my direction.
"You like it?"
The dress was elegant, something I never did in my past life with Ricky.
