Oliver(End)

The corner of his lips curled upwards when he noticed how she was trying so hard not to look at him. He chose to ignore it but at the same time, he purposely delayed the process of putting any clothes on. 

With all the lewd thoughts enveloping her head, she bit her lower lips and lowered head. 

"Which one should I try on first?" He inquired as he scanned through the pile of clothes. 

When she did not answer, he called her out again. "Rach—" 

"Huh?" She looked at him. 

Without saying anything, he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him. 

His sudden action made her squeal. She pressed her hands on his chest and gasped when he pulled her closer. 

"You do realize that you have the official licence to stare at me as much as you want, right?" He tightened his grip around her waist. "Instead of sneaking glances, you can straightaway look at your husband."