The tension was causing that flight response to rear it's head. Thankfully, she was trying on the dress. She slipped into the dressing room, leaning her back against the far wall. She took a moment to catch her breath, her heart racing. She couldn't seem to focus on anything but how close he had been, how his voice had gotten deeper, giving her goosebumps.
After a few minutes she came out in the new gown, turning to give him her back. "Could you help me zip it? This one has a high back," she explained, both hands coming to cup themselves in front of her. She didn't think to brush her pink locks aside so he could get to the zipper, she was focused on the fact she felt a little sweaty, right there at the small of her back. Could he tell?