"I want to make you feel beautiful." He whispers from behind me. He has his right hand set on my waist, he then taken the other and uses a single finger to trace side of my body from my hip all the way to my shoulder. "You already do." I shiver slightly when he pulls me flush against his body, leaving no space between us. Although I can't see him, I can feel the smirk that's placed on his lips against my neck. "No, no, Juliet, let me make you feel beautiful." And then I feel the spaghetti strap of my dress being slid down my shoulder. I should be scared, I know I should, yet im not. Im fully willing to give myself to the man standing behind me, but im just hoping I don't regret it. --- THIS STORY WILL BE UPDATED HERE AND THERE, FOR RIGHT NOW IT'S A WAY FOR ME TO EXPERIENCE SOME TROPES AND PLOTS.