Olivia

"The shoes," he said, moving to a shelf and selecting a pair of strappy heels that perfectly matched the dress.

He knelt before me, the image so unexpectedly intimate it made my breath catch. He held out the first shoe, and I placed my hand on his shoulder as I lifted my foot. His fingers wrapped around my ankle, his thumb brushing across my skin as he slid the shoe on.

"These fit perfectly, too," I said as he repeated the process with the other ...