"How does this look?" You questioned, pulling the dressing room door wide for him to see. Gojo was settled back into the leather seat, his legs spread apart. He raised a hand that draped along the rim of the seat, a simple thumbs-up. "You look so damn good Y/N, please get that dress," he pleaded, a grin on his perfectly pink lips.
You caught a glimpse of the lavender slip dress in the mirror, it clung to your body like a glove, nothing out of place. Gojo was right, luxury brands looked good on you. He raised two fingers in the air, motioning you closer.
"Is there something you want?" You chuckled with both arms behind your back, leaning towards him.
"Just you, but you know that," he whispered softly before pressing a kiss onto your lips, his hand cupping your cheek. You melted at the touch of Gojo's lips as if it were something you needed to do for the longest.
