She could practically feel the heat radiating off him and he could possibly feel the same as she took a long, appreciative gaze upon his form, not even wondering why the store made the fitting room so small. His sexy, lean form was a feast for the eyes and one she was only able to appreciate during special moments in their apartment.
Her own face flushed into a nice strawberry color as her hands clenched the material of her clothes, an outfit she had chosen to easily slip out of to make the shopping excursion easier.
“I..It’s like..it was made for you, ” she whispered against the tight space and moved slightly closer to wrap her arms loosely around his shoulders and lean in close to his lips. “You…look really sexy love..but the question is..do you think you would enjoy wearing it in front of our friends..?”
Still blushing, but feeling much better, Jack slid his arms around her waist, gazing into her soft brown eyes. “Th-th-thank you.” The question, though, made him hesitate. “I … I d-don’t know.” He swallowed nervously. “B-but I’d like to wear it for you. M-maybe if we went to the beach by ourselves, sometime?” He could tell how much she liked the suit, and he really did want to keep it, if it would make her happy.
Giving him a few, gentle, barely-there pecks against his nose and lips, she smiled softly and leaned into him a little more until he was leaning against one of the walls. “I love that idea..maybe we could go today if you don’t have much work? A nice little spontaneous…trip down to the beach for a little swimming and fun?”
The last time they had done something spontaneous was their rather romantic trip to his parent’s home – a trip she still treasured to this day for everything that had happened. And it seemed hot enough for it with summer heating up. How glad she was that she had suggested this shopping trip early in the day to give way to more for later just in case.
Jack nuzzled his forehead gently against hers as he considered the idea. It was true, he didn’t have much work – his main projects right now were the portraits Ezayne had commissioned, and those were nearly done. He could afford to take an afternoon off.
“I’d l-like that very much,” he said. On a weekday, too, the public swimming beach just outside the city probably wouldn’t be very crowded. We’d have the place to ourselves. “J-just for a little while, but it would still be fun.” He smiled. “We still need to get you something to wear, though.”
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