"Wa-Warm to the touch...me? I, um well, thank you, you probably feel warm too and soft." She mumbled and tripped over the words, and herself nearly as she walked to the dressing room.
"Warm, warm is good," she blurted out behind the closed door of the stall. Finding the barrier a little easier to speak behind. She totally caught the red of Maureen's cheeks, neck and upper chest from her comment to Layla being warm to the touch and it gave Layla a little thrill,who was she kidding, make that a lot of thrill. She took deep breaths and got dressed, pulling the dress on, it really clung to her curves.
"No worries, no need to be sorry. It is magical, the dress that is and sexy too. May be I can try that on for you one day? " she blurted out again. Mentally smacking herself in the head.
"All right, I am kind of nervous...because this dress is super clingy. The rusty red with the black overly does bring out my eyes and my complexion. YOu have a great eye. I will let you be the judge though. First and foremost it was your choice and a sexy and beautiful woman such as yourself would know if this dress rocks or not. I bet you are an expert on sexy," she blurted out again and took a deep, cleansing breath. She opened the door and stepped out tentatively.
"Well, what do you think? There is nothing more intoxicating than the opinion of an intoxicating person. I bet you know how to make a person feel like they are the most sexy and intriguing person in all the world!"
Kind of like Lucas manages to make Layla feel when he looks at her, touches her.
"Sorry, I hope I didn't insult you or say something improper...I so have a tendency to ramble and prattle on about things and sometimes it is about things that people find...Oh bother! I'm sorry, I am just going to hush now and twirl, this is me twirling." She took a few more tentative steps and twirled for her, looking at herself in the mirror. "Wow."