How to be loved

61 - You've changed!

How to be loved

61 – You've changed!

Becky sat waiting in the softly lit living room of Freen and Nam's apartment, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the hem of her clothes as she tried to calm the fluttering in her chest. Tonight marked a milestone—her first public event with Freen not just as a companion but as her girlfriend. The business gala loomed ahead, a whirlwind of familiar faces and sharp gazes. Yet amidst the nerves, there was an undercurrent of excitement. They were stepping into this world together, hand in hand.

Adjusting the delicate strap of her dress, Becky stilled as she heard the soft, measured footsteps echoing down the hallway. She looked up, and there she was—Freen, stepping into view with an effortless elegance that made Becky forget to breathe.

Freen's hair was swept to one side, framing her face in soft waves, while her midnight-blue gown seemed to ripple with liquid grace under the dim lighting. The fabric hugged her figure just enough to accentuate every curve, every movement, and her eyes, lined subtly but effectively, held a quiet fire.

Becky blinked, transfixed, as though Freen had walked out of a dream and into reality. Her heart stuttered, a telltale heat rising to her cheeks. She had always known Freen was beautiful, but tonight, she was something else entirely—mesmerizing, untouchable, and yet undeniably hers.

For a long moment, the room was silent except for the hum of Becky's admiration. Freen noticed, of course, tilting her head with a playful smile that danced in her eyes.

"Are you planning to just sit there and stare all night?" Freen teased, her voice low, tinged with affection and amusement.

Becky laughed, the sound soft and airy, before she rose to her feet, her steps drawing her closer. "I might," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes traveled over Freen's face, drinking in every detail. "You're absolutely breathtaking."

Freen felt the heat bloom across her cheeks, a faint blush softening her usual air of confidence. She tilted her head, her lips curling into a playful smile. "So, I guess I could say... my girlfriend approves of my look tonight?" she teased, her voice light but carrying an undercurrent of affection.

Becky's grin widened, mischief dancing in her eyes as she stepped closer. Without a word, she took Freen's hand, guiding her into a gentle twirl. The shimmering fabric of Freen's gown rippled like starlight, a mesmerizing display that left Becky momentarily breathless. As Freen completed the spin, Becky moved behind her, slipping her arms around Freen's waist in a back hug that felt both protective and intimate, their bodies fitting together as if made for each other.

"Approve?" Becky murmured, her voice a low, velvety whisper that sent a delicious shiver down Freen's spine. "Babe, 'approve' doesn't even begin to cover it. You're so breathtaking tonight, you're making it impossible for me to hold myself together..."

She paused, her lips brushing Freen's ear as her voice dropped even lower, teasing and full of heat. "Especially down there."

Freen's breath caught, her heart racing as Becky's teasing words lingered in the air, charged with unspoken promise. A blend of embarrassment and delight softened her expression, the blush on her cheeks deepening as she turned her head slightly, her gaze locking with Becky's. Affection and amusement sparkled in her eyes, the warmth between them almost tangible.

"Careful," Freen chuckled softly, her voice a low murmur. Her fingers brushed over Becky's hands, which had started to drift tantalizingly down from her waist. Her tone carried a playful warning, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed how much she relished the moment. "If you keep this up, we might not make it to the gala at all."