Sophia was startled. She stood up abruptly, trying to evade him. However, the fitting room was only so big—there was nowhere to hide. The moment she moved, Capone stretched out his arms and pulled her into his embrace.
"What are you afraid of? Dressed so beautifully, isn't it meant to be seen? Why hide?"
His warm breath lingered at her ear, as if it were a lover's sweet whisper. His hand slid under her arm, boldly resting on her ample chest, kneading it suggestively. "This seems a bit tight. It'll need altering, or it might get uncomfortable."
He was spot on. Sophia flushed as she remembered how she had thought of him earlier for the very same reason.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice tinged with frustration.
"I missed you. Came to see you," he replied, his voice deep and gravelly. His face was buried in the crook of her neck, inhaling her unique, sweet scent. His eyelids lowered as though he sighed, his body relaxing slightly.