Beyond Denver

Chapter 58

  

Denver picks another size for his pair of jeans. "What do you think about this one?"

"I prefer the dark pair of jeans. Do you have a nice shirt to go with that?"

"No. Can you help me with that?"

"Sure... what about this one?" I point to a nice button shirt that is the opposite of Denver's style. Honestly, I think it is more Maroney style, but Denver would be handsome with this.

"That's a nice shirt. How much is it?" Denver asks me as he grabs the tag with the price. "Oh, forty and two dollars?"

"You have twenty percent discount," I show him where it says in the tag. "Are you sure you're going to wear these unlaced shoes with this nice shirt?" I point to his old pair of sneakers. The same one he wears every day at school and to go out at night.

"Let me be. That's how I am. I like it." He defends himself. "I know I need a new pair," he seems to change his mind.

"Make sure all the clothes fit you, so you don't have to come back here again."

"I know." He says the words as he holds my hands, "You're so pretty, Cassidy. I wish you could come over to the party with me."

"Sorry, but I can't."

"Cancel with him."

"It is not fair to cancel with him."

"I know he has much more to offer than I'll ever have. I don't know what to tell you." He looks in another direction. "All I have is my love. Nothing else."

His comment touched my heart deeply.

I find a lovely dress to wear tonight as we walk. "Okay, Let's go to the fitting room."

We head to the nearest fitting room. Nobody is around. I take the one at the end of the hallway while he takes the first one. I remove my pants first, and then my shirt. Then I grab the blue dress, and as I am almost done fitting on my body, the curtains open, and Denver enters without announcement.

"What the hell?"

He grabs me by the arm and pushes me against the wall. The next thing I know, we are kissing deeply inside the small space with mirrors. "You haven't even tried your clothes, did you?"

"Of course not," he says as his tongues seeking mine. His hands are underneath my dress, and we are suddenly interrupted by two girls who practically caught us leaving the dressing room.

"Oh, I have to wear my clothes back," I tell him. They look at us with a mouth open and laugh as they leave. "We should call security," one of them says. "Sex in the dressing room shouldn't be allowed."

"Let's get the hell out," says Denver.

We end up going to another section where Denver says he would like to buy a male fragrance. There, he looks at me intensely as I feel things are still heated since he kissed me in that fitting room. He finds a Ralph Lauren men's fragrance on the top shelf. "Are you sure you're not going to the party with me tonight?"

"I'm positive I'm not going with you," I said, swallowing hard.

***

It is seven-thirty, and I'm late to meet Maroney. I shouldn't have gone with Denver to Kohls. That took longer than I expect. I decided to go home to shower and get dressed and instead told Maroney to go ahead that I would meet him at the party. He provided me with the address, and I figure it is better to take a cab than walking. It is a few miles away from my apartment.

"Good luck," says TJ with a smile on the corner of his lips before I leave through the door.

The house is more significant than I expected, with the kitchen three times the apartment's size. There is a lake in the back, the house decorated with flowers, and a table outside. Maroney finds me entering the house, a line of people getting ready to get their food.