“Not a daaate,” she repeated while she climbed out of bed. As he spoke she walked around her chambers and began to pull this dress and that. She paused her reach for her old purple one and pressed her lips together. A bay? He really had this all planned out huh?“
Turning on her heel she held out both hands for him to take. “But I am excited. I almost couldn’t sleep since you made such a big deal about it. Help me pick out something to wear?”
"Good, you better be excited.” Flynn’s calloused thumbs gently rubbed over the top of her fingers. "It is a big deal. I’ve never taken a girl there, so.“ His jaw jutted out slightly in a mock pout. He couldn’t hide the smile that snuck up again. Using her hands to guide, he brought her back to her wardrobe. He dropped her hands to turn his attention to the outfit she wore the first day they met. His fingers pinched the violet skirt and raised it up. The white lace made his smile stretch wider. "This one. It’s my favorite. Besides, you look great in purple.”