Dallas

You were dress shopping with Dallas. There was a dinner party later on that night and you wanted something new to wear. A black and fairly short dress caught your eye and you grabbed it, taking it to the dressing room to try it on. You got it on but one situation… you couldn’t zip it up. You got it to the middle of your back before you couldn’t work it any higher, you looked in the mirror. The dress showed off every curve and even some you weren’t aware existed. You try the zipper again and sigh before calling out to Dallas who was leaning against the door outside of the dressing room to wait and make sure nobody disturbed you. “Dallas can you help me please?” Dallas paused what he was scrolling over on his phone and looked at the closed door with a raised eyebrow “Help you with what exactly?”