Ezra
I woke up to an empty bed, though the sheets were still warm where Allen had been. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes, and looked around the room. It was mid afternoon already. I got up, pulled on a loose robe, and went looking for him.
I found him in the dressing room, holding up a delicate piece of red lingerie that had thin straps, and a see through fabric. The thing looked like it would barely cover up anything.
"What are you doing?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe.
Allen turned with a small smirk and held it up against his own chest for a second before looking at me. "How does this look?"
"It's…..fine?" I said, feeling my face heat up for some weird reason.
"It'll look good on you." He walked over, turned me gently to face the big mirror, and held the red fabric over my body. His eyes darkened as he studied the reflection. Then he shook his head.
"On the contrary… all I need you to be is naked."
I swallowed. "I don't mind wearing it though."
