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“I’m not coming out.”
“Come on, love, you promised.”
“That was before I put it on!”
Owen sighed, resting his head against the bathroom door. “Curt, I swear I won’t tell anyone about this.”
Curt paused, as if he were mulling it over. “And you won’t take any pictures?”
Owen clicked his tongue. He knew there was no way he was going to be able to resist photographing his husband; he was just too cute. “How about I don’t show people any pictures?”
“. . . Fine.”
Owen stepped back, and the door slowly creaked open.
Curt was blushing so hard he was almost the color of the dress he was wearing. It was pink, with a deep V neckline and covered in glittery strawberries as a design. It fell just below his knees and made him. . . Well, it made him look like he stepped out of a fairytale.
Curt didn’t meet Owen’s eyes, looking down at his feet. “I look stupid.”
Owen finally managed to catch his breath. “Curt, you look ravishing.”
Curt just blushed harder, and Owen swept him up into his arms.
“Owen!” Curt squeaked. “What’re-?”
Owen growled, nipping at Curt’s earlobe. “How about we get you out of that and into something more comfortable? The bed, perhaps?”
Curt smacked his chest lightly, but let Owen sweep him off to the bedroom.
Owen really must get his husband to wear that dress more often.