"Jasmine, were not meeting the president, relax. They are just my friends. You look good. There is no need to overrhink," he assured me.
"I know but I still want to make a good impression," I told him. Considering he still hadn't told me about about his family, whom I had an inkling feeling didn't like me. I wanted his friends to at least approve of me.
"You look beautiful, I promise, you've looked beautiful in all, the dresses you tried on," Louis told me as arms came around my waist and then he began to kiss my neck. I looked at him and he stared at me in surprise. "Please, Jasmine. We. are. going. to. be .late." He said in pauses in between kisses.
Alright, alright. I will wear this one. I'm done changing," I laughed from how ticklish his kisses felt. He loved my neck and unfortunately—or unfortunately, that was a weak spot for me.
"But are you really okay with this outfit?" I asked him. "Maybe I should change." I joked. Wanting to stress him out a little bit.
