Keeping London

Chapter 2-2

I exit the changing room to find Loïc on his phone, seated on the padded bench right outside the dressing room door. He looks up when he hears me.

“What do you think about this one?” I do a little twirl, causing the short red dress to fan out above my knees.

“I think you look stunning.” His response is sincere as a warm smile illuminates his strong, handsome face.

His smile is my kryptonite, and each time he gifts me with one of his signature grins, I just want to ravage him. I think I might be slightly addicted. But, I suppose, if I must be a junkie, I’m happy it’s Loïc I crave.

I take a few steps toward him. Placing my palms against his freshly shaven face, I bend, connecting my mouth with his. The kiss is short, sweet, and so much less than I’d like to do, but I just had to feel his lips against mine even if just for a second.

I reluctantly pull my lips away from his. “You said the same thing for the last four outfits I tried on,” I point out.

“Because that statement was also true for each of those outfits.”

“Surely, I can’t look stunning in everything I try on. You have to give me some real feedback. I need to buy the perfect outfits for this weekend.”

“London, baby, you look truly amazing in everything you try on. You could put on every item of clothing this store carries, and I would think the same. You could come out of the room with a burlap bag wrapped around your body, and I would still think that you looked absolutely gorgeous.”

I run my thumb across his jaw, denying my urge to kiss him again. “But aren’t some better than others? Can’t you give me any objective feedback?”

“Babe, if you wanted someone to give you critical opinions about the actual clothes, then you should have brought Paige. I’m sorry, but when I see you, I just see beauty, nothing else. To me, you are perfect in anything or nothing at all.”

“Ugh,” I groan out. “You’re just so sweet.” I turn briskly to head back to try on another outfit.

“And that’s a bad thing?” Loïc chuckles in question.

“It is when I want honest feedback on clothes. Fashion is a big deal, Loïc.” I look over my shoulder to shoot him a mock glare of annoyance.

He just laughs, shaking his head. “Told you that you picked the wrong shopping buddy.”

“Clearly,” I say with a grin before closing the changing room door.