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𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀
𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌.

Tommy was the type to shop until she dropped, but Beckham was not the same. He was alright the first two hours, but once he started to notice that she wasn't satisfied with the three large bags of cloths, he quickly grew annoyed.

They was in a second hand store that was in a rich neighborhood. Tommy loved this store for how cheap the name brand cloths were. She was currently trying on dresses as Beckham sat on the plushy couch of the changing area. He didn't have a choice as Tommy would come out and ask his opinion on the cloths she tried on.

He would repeat the same 'it's nice, you should get it.' For every outfit she tried on. He would rest his eyes in between dress changes. He found it insane how alike she was to his mother. He had heard from his father how long she would keep him out shopping.

Beckham spent the better part of his life avoiding going shopping with her in fear of never making it back home. Now here he sat, just like his father said, waiting hours for Tommy to finally call it quits so they could go home. Unfortunately for him, Tommy was not going to finish shopping for a while.

"Ok just one more, I promise!" She shouts from the dressing room.
Beckham leans forward, his elbows rested on his thighs. He run his hands through his hair as he groans.

"That's what you said... two hours ago." He muttered.

When he heard the door open, he looked up, letting his his arms drop in his lap as he watched Tommy step out. She wasn't wearing any shoes so her dress pooled at her feet.

It was a tight black lingerie-type dress that hugged her curves all the way down. There was a low straight neck with long thin straps, exposing her cleavage. She must have put her hair up in the dressing room, now wearing it in a high ponytail exposing her face more.

She walked over to the mirror passed where Beckham sat to look at herself. Beckham sat straight as he watched her strut to the mirror. His eyes wondered over her figure, drifting to her behind for a split second before turning away from her. He cleared his throat, rubbing his hands together as he tries to shake the image of her out of his mind.

"Looks nice." He spoke lowly.

Tommy tilts her head as she looks at herself in the mirror. Her gaze wonders over her hip-dips, her stomach poked out from the dress when she turned to the side. She sucked in her stomach for a few seconds, releasing it with a frustrated huff.

"You've said that for everything else I tried on." She whined softly as she walks to stand in front of him.

She stopped a bit closer than she meant to, standing in front of his opened legs. He leaned back and looked up at her. Seeing her pouting face caused him to snap his gaze away.

"Be honest, please." She said, her head moving to met his eyes. He looked at her then down her body, partially analyzing the dress.

"You look good, Tomorrow. I mean it." He said. His tone was sincere, causing a shiver to run down her back. A flutter swarming in her, her hand placed itself on her stomach as the other rested on her waist. She smiled down at him and backed away a step.