Their Rose Petal

Chapter Twenty

"But I want it," Kinsley pouts as we walk through our local small mall.

"I didn't say you can't have it, I just said I'm not buying you a three thousand dollar puppy when we've only known each other for a few weeks." Damien smiles at her, shaking his head.

"You know, some men give a woman a baby on the first night. You're a slacker. A big fucking slacker." She says, skipping ahead of him to me. I roll my eyes at her statement, but she's not wrong.

I have about four bags in my hand, all from different stores. We decided on a splurge day, starting with the nail salon. Then the mall. Then the hair salon. How Damien got dragged along? No clue.

"Will you buy it for me?" She asks, intertwining her fingers with mine.

"Not for the little ass apartment we share, it's not happening." I give her a side glance and she lets go of my hand, continuing her fit. She begins to pout before her face turns to anger.

"Both of you can eat a dick, a big one. Like," she thinks for a moment, "a twelve inch that's three inches around. Yeah. Suck that one." She huffs. I can't help but giggle once more. She has always had a childish attitude. 

We walk into another store, browsing through a few things before we both decided on two or three items. The day has been peaceful, the boys texted me to check up on me but besides that I haven't heard much from them. I don't mind it much, I really have never been the clingy type of woman in a relationship.

The final trip was the hair salon, and I had decided to actually do something different. I've never been too big on change, especially with my hair. When I was a child I was forced to cut it extremely short. Ever since I was given the freedom to choose, I've just let it grow and left it alone.

I sat in the salon for hours, almost the entire rest of the day. Damien left an hour in, and Kinsley just kept talking.

By the time we're done, her hair is a dark brunette. And mine starts with my natural dark brown, flowing into a light blonde. I got a few inches cut as well. They curled it for me, seeing as I can never get it to hold curls my damn self.

"I love it, it's beautiful Mitch. Oh my goodness." Kinsley starts playing with my hair. "Still so long but full of life." She gushes.

I look in the mirror, and I'm in love with it too. I text the boys and ask them if they'd like to go to dinner tonight.

We head home, and I dump my bags onto the bed. I stare at the different outfits and dresses that I bought, nibbling on my lip.

"Definitely a dress," Kinsley comes up behind me. She moves the outfits off of the bed, leaving me with four dresses to pick from. "Darker colors would look amazing with the new blonde ends in your hair." She hums, picking up two of the four. One is deep maroon, with one long sleeve. The other arm is open. It has a slit on one leg that shows the entire upper thigh. The second is black, long with slits in both legs. "You always wear black, why not try the maroon one?" Kinsley suggests.

I nod my head in agreement, slipping into the dress. I look into the mirror. It's tight fitting, but still so comfortable. My hair flows nicely, and I can't help but feel confident. I turn in the mirror, making sure I like it from all angles.

"Goddamn, I'd eat you if you'd let me. Shit." Kinsley says, looking my body up and down. "However, you need some lingerie under that. Spice it up even more. So when you do finally get naked, bam! There's even more deliciousness underneath." She takes out a white lace one piece lingerie set I bought today, throwing it in my direction. I do as she says, and I adore the contrast of the white against my tan skin.