Eve stood at the mirror and stared down at the dress Malakai had given her. A deep red, full-length dress with a fitted bodice and slightly draped design, perfect for her. Straps were thin like spaghetti, the sweetheart neckline prettily exposing her collarbones.
Malakai stood behind her, the heels she wore giving her a bit of height. He grabbed the straps at the back of the dress, and Eve swallowed, watching him with eyes behind her pretty very dark lashes, almost looking inked.
The man pulled on the straps, the bodice fitting her waist.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"I am," she sounded exasperated, nodding her head.
He grabbed her shoulder and leaned his chin against her shoulder blade. He was gone in the blink of an eye and Eve could feel his consciousness merging with hers.
[Where are your glasses?] Malakai spoke into her head.
She pulled a face. "I don't think I'd fit in a place like that if I went wearing glasses, Malakai."
[Wear your glasses, Eve]
