(Euphoria 1&2)
Nate Jacob's was many things, but a psychopath couldn't be one of them. Being a little psycho meant he couldn't feel anything and Nate could feel everything, especially with her-Alora McKay
He felt his crotch jump when she wore low cu...
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Chapter 23: I'll Be Seeing You
"Yes or no?" Alora questioned, brown eyes trained on studying the way the pastel shade of the cinched dress sat against her skin—she couldn't decide if it was flattering. She supposed the skinny straps on her shoulders fit well, it supported the cleavage showing from the sweetheart neckline but her nose scrunched at the bedazzling around the waist.
Kat's bob shuffled past the small opening of her changing room, glanced once and scrunched her nose. "Definitely not. The style works but the color just isn't doing you any favors."
She nodded in agreement, the fabric sliding from her figure to be put back on the hanger and tossed into the other items she'd decided against. "I felt the same," Lo shimmied her hips back into her jeans with a huff. "Did you find anything you liked?"
"Just a few skirts," Kat called back, her form exiting her changing room a few minutes later. They'd held up the pieces they were keeping, handing off the duds to the dressing room worker. His dark beanie was pushed low on his forehead, touching the thick of his brows, nearly covering the silver piercing that rest there on the right side. Alora's brows raised, an impressed smirk forming against her mouth as she silently sauntered away—Kat lingering behind with bed-eyes and seductive touches.
McKay sauntered over to checkout, perfectly marketed jewelry stealing her gaze and effectively taking more of her money. Kat returned the moment she'd finished shuffling through her purse, forking out her wallet and snatching her debit card from its confines. "You get his number?"
"Please," Her friend scoffed in amusement as she set her clothes down. "I got more than just his number—we're meeting up here tonight after his shift."
The card machine beeped, accepting Alora's payment and feeding out a receipt in return. "Do you even know his name?"
The cashier's eyes slid over to Kat, silently waiting for the answer as she rang up her up. "His name was the last thing on my mind. I'm only looking for a little fun."
Kat took out some money, pulling out a few bills and collecting her bag without her receipt or the few cents change. "What about Ethan?"
She shrugged, too high on her femininity to worry about the side affects of running a little wild. It wasn't anything alarming; Alora watched proudly as her best friend grew into her confidence—dressing in a style that matched Kat's needs and desires instead of succumbing to the opinions of society or their peers. It had been a long time since she'd seen Kat so happy, glowing with pride at the attention she'd started receiving by any available prospect that laid their eyes on her. "What about him?" Kat questioned, her tone slightly defensive as her hidden insecurities lurched forward. "It's not like he and I are official or anything—maybe I just want to catch a dick and get fucked by someone who knows how to fuck."
