Roman's words echo in the air between us: "Do you want it?"

I let out a shaky breath. Yes. Yes, I want it. But I can't seem to say even that. After a couple of seconds, I only manage to echo, "It."

"The dress." His voice is rough.

For a moment, I don't understand. "Hm?"

"Do you want the dress?"

Oh. When he said "it," he meant the dress, not... not...

I'm speechless. And still trembling, still tight and nervous and ...