Bad Habits

Chapter Twenty Two

𝐴𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑎 ♡︎

"What about this one?"

I held up a sparkly green dress. I pressed it against her chest a did a little spin.

"I still like the red one."

"It makes me look like a slut, Enzo."

"It does not."

"It's a bridal party, not a club. Your eyesight might be a little bit different to my families."

He cocked his head to the side and sighed.

"Believe me, I love it as well, but I'm certain my sister doesn't want me walking around with my ass on display."

His devilish smirk appeared once again. "Sucks for them, you have a gorgeous ass."

I gagged. "That's gross."

"You don't like ass compliments?"

"From you? Of course. But I would rather die than let my family see my ass."

"But you don't have a problem with me?"

"You've probably memorised the shape of it, Enzo."

His laughter echoed throughout the shop.

"Seriously though, why not this green one?"

"It's nice, but I'm not very fond of the sparkles. They look obnoxious."

I scoffed and put the dress back on the rack. "What's wrong with a little bling?"

"A lot, Rory."

"I hate you and your opinions."

"So why did you put the dress back?"

I stuck my tongue out at him and turned to look through the rack again.

"Speaking of my opinions, why are you still holding the red dress?"

I looked down at the dress, and then back up at him. He had his signature smug smile on his lips. "Because I'm going to buy it. I'll wear it somewhere else."

He nodded, his smile fading. I raised an eyebrow at his sudden change of demeanour.

"Where?"

I lifted a shoulder. "Not sure, maybe a night at the club? I don't know. Why?"

"I've already planned a second date with you. I want you to wear it then."

My heart fluttered. No, it erupted into flames. My entire body heated, and it felt like lava was pumping through my veins.

I opened my mouth to respond, but quickly shut it and stepped back. His words were so shocking, yet so comforting in a way. He was more than a sweetheart; he was the man of my fucking dreams.

"You don't have a choice. I've already booked the tickets to the restaurant."

"You don't even know your way around Paris smartass. How'd you find a restaurant so quickly? And did anyone speak English at this said place?"

He moved closer and put his hands on my forearms. He gently rubbed up and down before letting his arms slide around me. It was insane how well we fit together, in many different ways.

"J'ai pratiqué mon français, rien que pour toi.'

(I've been practicing my French just for you.)

"Est-ce vrai?"

(Is that so?)

He nodded, bringing me in closer and leaning down to whisper in my ear. "Mi sto innamorando di te, Aurora Rae."