Seraphine

forty eight

Seraphine

The mall is one place Seraphine hadn't been to in years, regardless of whether it was in the city or not. 

She reaches the entrance with Damien and Enzo and gapes up at the large building, ignoring the way the both of them grin at her. 

"Come on, angel, let's get you a brand new wardrobe." Enzo says confidently, looping his arm through hers and leading her through the double doors. Seraphine snaps out of her reverie and shakes her head with a small laugh. 

"A brand new--Enzo, you're crazy," she teases with a grin, her eyes wandering over each store she can see.

"Crazy for you, yes," Enzo murmurs, and Seraphine blushes furiously, turning to bury her face in his shoulder. 

"Don't say things like that," she scolds, though her threat is only surface level. Enzo chuckles and pats her head with his free hand, and the butterflies in her stomach multiply. 

These men will be the death of me. 

"Where to first, darling?" Damien appears on her other side, and Seraphine glances behind her to see Luca and Nico following not far behind. She smiles at them, and both of them smile back, though Nico's is much larger than Luca's. 

"Um..." she turns back around and eyes the stores, trying to figure out which one would be cheaper. 

Maybe we should've just gone to a thrift shop. 

"Don't worry about the price, Seraphine." Luca's hard voice cuts through her thoughts and she whips her head around to see him towering over her from behind. He raises an eyebrow at her, almost proving that he can read her mind, and Seraphine slowly nods. 

"Then I'd like to start...there!" She scans the large space before her eyes land on a Hollister, and she points at it. Enzo makes a sound of approval and starts to lead her there, the other three following closely behind. 

Seraphine shies away from watchful eyes, girls who stare at her professors longingly and older couples who glare judgmentally. She buries her face into Enzo's shoulder and clutches onto his arm as they step into the store. She smiles into his shirt when he presses a quick kiss to the crown of her head. 

"I'm going to look for jeans, and..." Seraphine looks around, already seeing a few shirts she'd like to try on, before turning back to Luca, bottom lip between her teeth. 

She doesn't miss how his eyes zero in on it, or how they darken before he speaks. "Don't worry about the price, princess. Grab whatever you want." 

"Are you sure, Luca? I don't want--" when she starts to protest, he steps up to her, crowding her personal bubble--as if she would ever mind him in her personal bubble--and grips her chin with his hand. 

"Don't make me repeat myself, Seraphine." His eyes narrow, and Seraphine gulps.

Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me--

"Can I help you?" A feminine voice cuts through Seraphine's thoughts, making her jump out of Luca's embrace. She steps away from him and turns to the worker, who's staring at Luca with lustful eyes. 

Seraphine narrows hers, feeling a sharp flare of jealousy rip through her. 

"No, we're fine, thank you." Luca dismisses her quickly, still staring at Seraphine. 

"Are you sure? I can--" 

"He said, 'no thank you'." Enzo steps forward, grabs Seraphine's hand, lifts it to his lips and kisses it before tugging her through the store. Seraphine almost squeals in excitement. 

"You didn't have to do that," she says once they've reached the large section containing women's jeans, and Enzo turns to her with a smirk, still clutching her hand tightly. 

"You were jealous." 

"I was not!" Enzo shrugs and turns back to the jeans, analyzing them. Seraphine watches the sharp edges of his face as he thinks before leaning forward and grabbing a pair. 

"Here. Try these." He demands, holding them out for her to take. She looks at the tag, and realizes they're the exact pair she would've picked out for herself. 

Seraphine smiles gratefully and takes them before turning to look at her other three professors. "Anything else you'd like me to try?" She asks all of them, and Nico's eyes light up as he turns to the wall. Damien disappears and Luca turns back to the front of the store.

He grabs a few pairs, Seraphine laughing when she notices they're all skinny jeans, and shoves them into her hands. Damien places a few pairs of shorts on her stack, and Luca comes back holding a few colorful tees. 

"Wow, you guys really...maybe I should take you all shopping with me all of the time?" Seraphine giggles, feeling elated. Derek never bought her clothes before, let alone willingly picked them out for her. 

"We seem to have great taste," Damien muses as he admires the pile sitting in Seraphine's arms, and she grins up at him. Nico comes up behind her and places his hands on her shoulders, turning her around so she's looking at the dressing rooms. 

"Show us every outfit, dove. You'll need our approval." 

Seraphine can only nod. 

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You'll need our approval. 

Seraphine's panties are wet as she pulls Enzo's sweatpants down, safely tucked away in a small dressing room. She'd walked into the dressing room on wobbly legs, nearly buckling under the weight of both the pile of clothes and Nico's heavy words. 

You'll need our approval. 

Seraphine sighs as she slides on a pair of shorts Damien had picked out, trying to pull them up over her thighs. They're a little tight, but fit well enough around her waist that she deems them perfect. 

How did he know my size? 

You'll need our approval. 

Nico's words float through her mind again, and Seraphine clenches her thighs together. Why did that turn her on so much? She was always craving approval from everyone, her anxiety made sure of that. How did this, how did him, how did them, have such an impact on her? 

Seraphine shakes her head, fidgets with the shorts, and pulls on a soft pink t-shirt that Luca had picked out. She instantly likes it, the material gentle against her skin and complimenting her reddening cheeks well. 

Stupid professors knowing everything. 

Deciding not to dwell on that for long, she unlocks the door and steps out of the room, directly in front of four pairs of heated eyes.