How I Lost It?

(11) Lost It In An Empty Clothing Store

(11) How I Lost It?
In One Of The Mall's Empty Clothing Stores aka Aeropastales Changing Room...

I hope the security guard watching the footage enjoyed the show before he had his buddy come interrupt us. I can cross one thing off my bucket list. ~Crystal Hemingway

"Bye Crystal." Cassie chirped with a wave, Jack's arm lazily draped around her waist.

"Bye you two." I smile finishing folding up the shirt I was holding. I lay it against the other stack of clothing and smooth out the wrinkles.

Looking up I was greeted by an empty store. It finally settled in that I was now the only one here and I was even more determined to get home.

Ian would be here any minute now. So I start going through the check list.

Hang up clothes, clean out changing stations, restock shelves and check the cash register.

As I was sweeping the wooden floor I felt arms wrap around my waist. My heart thumped heavily against my chest and I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face.

"Hello gorgeous." He kissed behind my ear, sadly my blonde hair got in the way. His arms tugged me closer and I gripped the broom stick tighter.

"Hey babe." I turn my head to look over my shoulder and he quickly steals a kiss.

"You ready to leave?" He tapped his fingers against my stomach, dangerously close to the button of my shorts.

"Let me just finish sweeping then we can go." I tuck my hair behind my ear and he unwinds his hands from around me.

Before walking off he cups one of my butt cheeks in his hand and gives it a firm squeeze. I jump forward a bit and I he lets out a low chuckle.

"Don't do that." I smack him in the butt with the brush end off the broom.

A minute or two later I was putting away the broom and grabbing my jacket.

"Remember your bucket list?" Ian asks, lingering by the changing stations.

"Yeah..?" I drawl out by quirking a brow.

"I know we've planned this a little bit differently but how about we cross number fifteen off of it?" He nods towards the changing station behind him.

I had to quickly run through the list in my head. When I came across number fifteen I felt my cheeks heat up. I gripped into my jacket and he noticed my change in demeanor.

"We don't have to if you don't want to." He quickly walks over to me, taking wide strides.

"No it's just..." I trail off and he cups my face in his hand, brushing his thumb gently against my cheek.

"It's up to you Crys." He runs his tongue along his lip.

I watch in delight as he performs the action. His honey colored eyes seemed the slightest bit darker. I could feel his fingers dancing down my neck, across my shoulders and to my arm.

I wasn't afraid of sex. No, I actually had a little bit of experience. There would be times where things between Ian and I became a little heated and we found ourselves having to physically peel ourselves away from each other and put distance between us.

Just last night we were almost caught with our hands down each other's pants and tongues melding together.

There's been so many times where I've wanted to just give in and have sex with him. He was my boyfriend after all. He's been patient enough but something held me back. It wasn't that I didn't trust him.