When she asked Troy what he really thought of the burgundy color, she was almost worried that he might still make up some story just so he could say he was trying. She knew how much he wanted her and from the tightness in his jeans, she knew that he was quite uncomfortable. She had no intention of making him wait that much longer, she just wanted some active participation from him.

So when he began to answer her question with thought, she turned to him and smiled. She agreed with everything he said. Tenley's favorite color was any shade of red. She preferred dark and mysterious colors, and the burgundy definitely matched Troy. While he might think it made his eyes pop, she thought it made his lips irresistible. So irresistible, in fact, that it made her bite down on her bottom lip, something that was a subtle cue that she was thoroughly turned on. After all, it was quite sexy for Troy to be talking about fabric colors.

The conversation moved onto who would be the best man, the flower girl, and how many guests they expected to attend. Amelia was glad he agreed on a small wedding. She had a feeling that only Dorian and Sebastian would come. After all, those and Dr. Greene, were really the only ones who knew Tenley existed. It would be a very small wedding indeed.

She moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his chest. Body pressed against his, the feeling of his arousal against her thigh causing her breath to catch. She looked up at Troy. "One of these days I hope we don't have to worry about who knows her. I want her to have friends...a lover even, when she's older of course." She wanted so much for Tenley, but she was so scared that if she got out and noticed, people would think of her as some form of novelty. It would be then that her life was in the most danger.

She let silence fill the room for just a few quiet moments before she looked up at him. "Thank you for participating tonight, it means a lot to me." She was happy that he was actively participating, even when he felt as though he was going to come unglued. She leaned up into his hear, whispering softly. "Where would you like to take me tonight?" Her voice was soft, sultry even, and full of desire. He would know exactly what she meant. And as if he hadn't, she lightly thrust her hips forward, brushing up against his arousal for some extra flair.