Crazy Over You

📚 Chapter 38 📚

"You still haven't picked out a dress?" James asked, looking over at my computer screen.

"Yeah..." I sigh, scrolling through Pinterest.

My sweet, clingy boyfriend taps my shoulder to move me forward since I was sitting in my small library room. On my window bench, I move forward. James places himself behind me and then manhandles me to sit between his legs. Before I lean back, I grab my hair and move it to the right side, but I soon shiver as James decide to put his hands under my hoodie to touch my skin.

"Jesus Christ, James. Your hands are cold. Why are they always so cold?" I asked, slightly pulling away from him, but James just pulls me back to his chest. I falls back, his hands moving and feeing my skin.

"You're warm." James mumbles, placing his chin on my shoulder and looking at my laptop screen.

"Shouldn't this be the other way around?" I questioned but he just hold on to me tighter. "Babo." I commented before going back to looking at dresses.

"That one looks nice." James said as I clicked on a emerald green dress. It has an open back, no zippers or buttons, but a thin string to adjust how tight or loose I want the dress to be. Square on the chest, tight around the waist and loose on the bottom. It is beautiful.

"I do like the open back." I noted down to tell Mom later, that way when she helps me look for a dress, she knows what kind of dress I'm looking for.

"Green would look amazing on you." James supported.

"Maybe but Emma is wearing green, remember? So I can't wear it. I'm looking for designs. Over here," I click on another tap and shiver once more when I felt James' hands move to grab my breasts since I wasn't wearing a bra. I slightly turn my head to give him a glare.

"What? I'm doing you a favour by holding them and warming them up for you." James defended, smiling and giving them a light squeeze. "You don't need a bra when I'm around." He adds in with a wink.

I rolled my eyes, deciding to ignore him as this has become a habit.

He wasn't lying when he said physical touch is his love language.

Only problem is the when his fingers gently touches or pinches my nipples. I have to bit my lip to stop from making a sound.

"I searched up asian women in prom dresses. That didn't work so I tried Korean women in prom dresses, but that didn't give me much results so then I searched up black hair woman and prom dresses. I just want to choose a colour that would look nice, but I can't find anything." I show him my search. He does slightly lean to see, but it's limited due to his hand being occupied and me leaning on him.

"Can I suggest a colour?" James asked.

"Yeah. At this point, I just want to get the colour over with but also try on different colour dresses when I get the chance." I confessed.

"Okay, how about this." James removes his hands and places them on my hips. "I think purple would be a good colour. Would you be okay with that?"

"Purple?"

I do wonder why purple? I agree that it is a good colour and so far, no one has made their claim on purple so I think it should be fine for me pick the colour. I mean, navy blue has been claimed so I had to stop considering the colour.

Before answering James, I start searching up purple prom dresses with black hair to see my results. I don't get much so I took off the black hair and kept the purple prom dress. That's when I got a lot of results, but what annoyed are the women wearing the dresses. They're either blond or brunette or dark skinned. But the dresses on them and on the mannequins are beautiful.