Sugar

Mallwhore

I chew on the end of my pencil, staring intently at my sketches, but I can't focus at all. We're leaving for Stockholm in three days and Benjamin has not asked me to be his girlfriend, which would be fine if we weren't visiting his family and having pictures taken together on the red carpet. I'm snapped from my thoughts by Benji appearing behind me, leaning over to plant a kiss on my cheek. "Hey gorgeous, these are looking great!" I smirk, bringing my hands to my chest and shifting my tits, "Yeah this top really works for me huh.." He sighs, raking a hand under his curls and shaking his head, blushing. "I meant the sketches sweetheart. Although.. Yes, yes it does." 

"I just can't get it right.. I can't focus too well today I guess." I mumble, crossing my arms. "That's alright!" he shrugs, "You can't force this stuff, we can do something else then come back to it when you're ready." I exhale, relaxing my shoulders. "Yeah, you're right."

"So, what are you wearing to the runway?" He asks, changing the subject. "Uh I dunno, I've never been to one before you might have to help me. Am I supposed to wear Acne or is that cringe?" He chuckles, "I hope not 'cause that's what I'm wearing! But it doesn't really matter what brand just.. something nice."

I shift in my seat, bouncing my leg as I echo his statement under my breath. "Something nice.." Benjamin runs and fetches my sneakers which he drops at my feet. "C'mon then, we'll go shopping!"

I hold Benjamins hand, clinging to his arm with my other as he guides me up the street. Uptown London is something else, I mean we had to pay $40 for a valet just to fkn park. Despite the weather, Benjamin has a scarf draped over his face which I now understand is to reduce the chance of him being recognized and having our time together interrupted. He holds open a big glass door for me. Dior, of course.

Other than occasionally pointing out something I like, Benjamin has taken lead on the shopping and excitedly pulls out items to have me try on, and show him, every single piece. He spares no expense, after the first outfit I thought we had accomplished the goal and were done but that was not the case. He took me to Burberry for a scarf and bag, Vivienne Westwood for a necklace, a little cafe for lunch before hitting several other stores that left his arms stacked with bags.

I honestly bit my lip anxiously with every swipe of his Mastercard but it seemed to have the opposite effect on him, and by the end of the trip he was ecstatic, blabbering on about how good I looked in everything and how excited he was to see me wear it all. We flop into his car and I lean over the console to kiss him, resting a hand on the nape of his neck. "Thank you so much Benji.. Today was very special." He smiles softly, "My pleasure."

Benjamin notices me picking at the skin on my fingertips and takes my hand in his to disrupt it. He had a million chances today to ask me.. But I guess he wouldn't want it to be a transactional thing..

He won't let me help him with a single bag, and tells me to go relax as he puts things away in his room (which these days is honestly more like our room.) "What do you want for dinner?" He calls out from the other room. "I dunno!" I call back. He walks into the loungeroom and stands before me, he hands his phone over to me, "Order something for us." The couch shifts under his weight as he sits down beside me, pulling me on top of him as he reaches for the remote and puts something on the tv. He shifts my hair back and plants a firm kiss on my forehead, muttering something to himself under his breath in Swedish, "min kärlek.."