Find Me Alastar(73)

She rolls her eyes. “Maybe you should just go on your own. I’m not into these kind of events.”

“You gave me the week, remember?” I ask. I bend and hold her close. “I’m not into these kind of things, either.”

We kiss and she stares up at me lovingly.

“In five days I have to leave you, and I want to have you in my arms for those last few days,” I whisper.

I feel her resistance slide. “You say that like you are dying or something.” She smirks.

I stare at her.

She steps back from me and frowns. “Why did your face just drop when I said that?”

“No reason. It… it didn’t,” I stammer.

She stands still for a moment, her eyes searching mine.

Fuck, don’t look at me like that.

“Is there something wrong, Twinkle? Are you sick?”

I shake my head. “No.”

I walk into the shop to escape her glare, but she stands still on the curb as she thinks before finally she follows. I start to flick through the racks of dresses as a distraction.

She wraps her arms around me from behind. “Are you okay?” she whispers into my back.

I nod and drop my head, unable to speak.

In all honesty, I’m not.

I know I’m not, but I had to have this time with her. I couldn’t help myself, and I know it’s selfish, and I know that this wasn’t in the plan. But hell, I didn’t… I mean… I couldn’t stop myself. What started as a desire for one more night with her has quickly spun out of control.

“Dress?” I whisper.

She fakes a smile and I hope she didn’t see the momentary crack in my mask.

She steps forward and starts to go through the racks of clothing beside me.

“Can I help you with anything?” the assistant asks.

“No, thank you. Just looking,” I tell her.

She smiles politely and disappears behind the counter.

I pull a long, red, slinky number from the rack and watch as Em turns up her nose.

“No?” I ask.

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “No.”

I smirk as I feel my strength return.

We both search the racks again and I pull out a black gown.

She twists her mouth to the side in thought as she scans it up and down.

“Mmm. That’s okay.” She scrunches up her face. “I guess.”

I grin because she’s adorable. I flick through the rack again and pull out a dress made of rose patterned material.

She widens her eyes and sticks her pointer finger down her throat.

“You don’t like?” I smirk.

“Bedspread,” she whispers under her breath.

“Are you always this picky?” I whisper.

“Always.”

“How did you give me a second look then?” I smirk.

“I didn’t, it was that damn Irish accent that hooked me like a fish.” She continues looking through the racks.

“Hook, line and sinker,” I whisper under my breath.

She slaps me hard on the behind and the lady behind the counter frowns.

“Behave,” I whisper as my eyes glance at the shop assistant.

“No,” she snaps.

She pulls out a white dress and holds it up to her body. “I like this one.”

I hand her the black and the red one. “Try them all on.”

She smiles, kisses me softly, and then disappears into the changing room I take a seat on the large, black, velvet wingback chair and wait.

And wait.

And wait.

“What are you doing in there?” I ask.

“Nothing. I don’t like the red or the black.”

I frown. “I didn’t get to see them on. Show me.”

“Nope.”

I shake my head in frustration.

I wait for another five minutes. Oh, this is ridiculous. How long can it take to put a dress on?

“Oh shit, Alastar, this dress is really expensive,” she whispers as she hesitates for a moment. “Don’t worry, we will go to a cheaper shop,” she calls from the changing room.

“Stop it!” I snap. “Get it on and get out here.”

“Twinkle, it’s a lot.”

“It’s only money.” I sigh. Why would she even look at the price tag?

She laughs out loud from behind the curtain and it’s a sound that penetrates through my bones. She pulls the dressing room curtain back and beams happily at me as she brushes her hands nervously on her behind.

She likes this dress.

I love this dress.

Emotion fills me. She is without a doubt the most beautiful woman I think I have ever seen.

“You like?” she breathes nervously as she looks down at herself.

It’s all I can do not to take her in my arms and kiss her madly. “I love.”

In the end I do kiss her gently, restraining myself from showing her my carnal appreciation.

She giggles against my lips. “As much as I love you in lingerie?”

I laugh out loud. This woman, this breath of fresh air that has come into my life and spun it completely on its head, loves the idea of me in women’s underwear.

I smile as I pay the cashier for her dress. The funny thing is, if she genuinely asked me to wear lingerie...