Say It

Chapter 12 (Kacey's POV)

I'm running my brush through my hair, trying to tame the mess my sleep caused. I figured I need to make sure my hair is up and out of the way, so I decided to pull it up in a high pony.

That was the easiest decision I made about my appearance today. I've seen Trent when he leaves the shop, I know I'm more than likely going to get dirty. I have old grassed stained clothes, that I only wear when I help dad with his projects. I'm just nerves for what Trent is going to say. He always compliments me on my outfits, telling me how pretty I am. The last time he seen me in old jeans and T-shirt he said I didn't look like myself. Shaking my head of those insecure thought I put on what I know will be the most comfortable and I won't care if it gets dirty. 

            With my squared toed work boots in my hands and my long tube socks. I make my way to my couch needed to sit to put them on. No sooner then I sit I hear knocking on my door. I skip over to the noise, excited to see my newly titled boyfriend. I open my door with a wide smile. "Good morning, Baby!"

            Trent rushes in scooping me into his arms, peppering my face with kisses. I love how he constantly shows me affection. "Good morning, Sweetness. How did you sleep? Hope you dreamed about me." I swat his chest giggling. He doesn't say it, but I know that Trent's favorite thing to do is pick on me.

            "I slept well. You might have been in my dream, but I will never tell you what it was about."

            He sets me down with a pout on his lips. "Why wouldn't you tell me? If I'm in it, I have the right to know. Come on give me a hit, was it dirty?" he finishes with a wiggle of his perfectly shaped eyebrows. I throw my head back laughing and push him back a little.

            "You wish lover boy."  

            Now he is laughing and follows me back to the couch. "Anyway, we have a long day ahead of us. You ready?

            "I just need to put my socks and boots on, then we can go."

            He moves to the coffee table in front of me, wrapping his fingers around my ankles pulling it up to rest on his denim covered thighs. "Let me help you." I know there is no point in stopping him because he is going to do it anyway.

            "I've never seen you in these boots, are they new?" As much as I fight it my earlier worries creep back.

            "No, I've had them for years. Is there something wrong with them?" He finishes with both feet resting them on the floor. Caging my legs with his, he rests his hands on the back of my knees. Then pulls me closer to him, with a confused look on his face.

            "Why, would something be wrong with them? That's what I wear every day. I was just wonder."

            "Oh okay. Just making sure." I say in a small voice and give him a half smile. Not wanting him to read my face anymore I quickly stand trying to get my purse to leave. I really should have known better; he isn't going to let that be the end of it.

            "No, you don't, sit back down." He gently pushes me back where I was. He holds both my hands in one of his, then with his other he cresses my cheek.

            "Sweets, why do you have a gray cloud over your head?" I couldn't help but giggle at his cheesiness. He is chuckling to, but I know he really wants to know.

            "It's silly, I've just been worked up all morning about what I should wear. You have only ever really seen me in work or date clothes. The last time you seen me in clothes like this you said I didn't look like myself. I was just worried you wouldn't like me in more casual clothes. I pushed those thoughts in the back of my mind, but then you asked about my boots, and they come back full force. I'm sorry, I know it's stupid."