"You said you didn't have one," Mateo says smoothly, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he watches my reaction. "So the most plausible solution was to get you one."
I can't help laugh, shaking my head. "You're ridiculous." Still, I lift the skirt from its tissue paper cradle, the fabric slipping through my fingers like water. It's soft, far softer than anything in my closet. I smooth my hands over it again, almost unconsciously. "It's… adorable."
"You're adorable," Mateo fires back instantly.
I swear, if I keep spending time around him, my heart's going to liquefy into some useless puddle, and I'll be good for nothing but leaning against him all day.
"Nah," I mumble, suddenly finding it hard to meet his gaze. My voice comes out smaller, shy.
"Yeah," he insists, leaning forward with that devilish little smirk of his. "And I bet your ass would look even more adorable in the skirt."
