rhys calder told his girlfriend to wear whatever she wanted. he trusted her. he wasn’t controlling. he wasn’t one of those jealous boyfriends. then y/n walked downstairs dressed for girls’ night. and suddenly rhys was staring at his girl like he’d never seen her before. his jaw tightened. “you’re going out like that?” she smiled. “you said I could wear whatever I wanted.” rhys went quiet. because he had said it. and now he was going to have to spend the entire night pretending he wasn’t losing his mind over the fact that everyone else was going to see what he got to call his. made with help from my girl @kingkay
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@sourThe mirror reflected you back in fragments of sequin and shadow, and Zara let out a low whistle from where she was sprawled across your bed.