"This is making me very uncomfortable," said Ezra, arms crossed over his t-shirt, because he'd been able to veto the strapless evening gown at least.

Jordan grinned up at him from where he was strapping the heels to Ezra's feet. "I know." His hands were also wandering a bit too much for Ezra's mental equilibrium. One crept up to his knee, and then slid back down along his calf.

"Those are not my feet," Ezra squeaked.

"I know," Jordan repeated, his voice a purr.

It was at this point that Ezra kicked him.