"Something wrong, sweetheart?" Josh raised an eyebrow, turning around to reveal his outfit, a fine tuxedo with a tie to match your outfit. "Oh gosh."
"Yeah," you gulped nervously. "I'm going to make us so fucking late. In fact, I think we already are. Geez, I am so sorry."
"Hey, it's okay," Josh reassured.
"Not it's not," you argued, crossing your arms over your chest. "Dammit I even called to make sure you were already dressed when you came home from work and that I'd be ready for you to pick me up and I just feel-"
"Sweetie, it's fine. Really," Josh insisted, sitting on the edge of the bed across from where you were standing, nervously biting your lower lip. "We have dinner with Tyler and Jenna every month. I'm sure being a little late once won't totally ruin our relationship with them. They're very forgiving."
"No, no, no," you shook your head, closing your eyes tight, cursing yourself over and over in your head. "You don't understand. Jenna's been trying to get these reservations for months. It's one of the fanciest restaurants in town and they're constantly busy, I can't believe I'm already running late."
"Y/n, trust me. It's going to be okay," Josh explained.
"Why didn't you knock on the door and tell me?" you groaned.
"I just got home," he told you. "I thought you were just in the bathroom or something. I didn't know you were taking a shower."
"I'm so screwed," you muttered under your breath, running a hand through your hair. "Please call Tyler and tell him we're on our way. I've got to get dressed."
"Babe," Josh eyed you up and down slowly. "I'm telling you, honest, it's fine."
"Shut up and call him," you insisted, rushing over to your closet and trying to find the dress you had agreed on wearing for over a week now. Your stupid ass ruined everything, and it was something you and Jenna had planned for almost forever, everything down to the smallest detail. You felt like crying, but forced yourself to suck it up, try to clear your mind, forget about it, and instead, use as much time as you had right now to change things and make it right. You were so angry at yourself, knowing you had already fucked everything up. You fumbled for the dress, finally picking the hanger out of the closet and taking a step back when you felt two arms snake around your hips, pulling your back so it was pressed against his chest.
"I think you need to lose the towel, sweetheart," Josh whispered in your ear.
"I think you need to prioritize," you narrowed your eyes, turning around and pushing him back.
"I am," he nodded. "You've always been my number one priority."
"Jenna's going to be pissed," you grumbled.
"No she's not," he rolled his eyes. You discarded your towel and Josh instantly smirked, eyes gazing at your exposed body. "Besides, we're already late anyways."
"Exactly. That means we need to hurry the hell up," you argued. You paced over to the dresser, tugging it open and bending down to pick up your bra and underwear, Josh raising his eyebrows and eyeing you carefully. "Oh stop it. We don't have time for this."
"We always have time for this," Josh reminded. You glared at him and slid on your panties, watching as he skillfully removed his tie from around his neck, then the suit jacket.
"We're supposed to be getting dressed," you snapped, fixing on your bra as he began to unbutton his shirt. "Not undressed."
"I know," he shrugged, undoing the last button and tossing the dress shirt across the bed.
