Thanks to The Boots

Chapter Fourteen

We go to the mall, or a mall. I don't know what mall it is, I've never been here. The first store we go to, I try to buy cheaper things, figuring Ryder didn't want to spend a lot on me and I wouldn't do much with the clothes because I'm only staying for a week.

We walk past a Victoria's Secret, and I plan on just walking past it but Ryder stops me.

"Don't you need underwear and bras and stuff?"

"I mean, yeah. But I don't need Victoria's Secret. It's expensive, you know."

"But it looks good on," he winks.

"You're right," I start walking in but throw over my shoulder as I pass him, "Too bad you're paying for it and won't see it."

He laughs and catches up next to me.

A worker comes up to us immediately, "Hello, you two. My name is Carly! Such a cute couple!"

I laugh, about to correct her, but Ryder throws his arm over my shoulder.

Carly smiles, "Would you like to see our lingerie?"

I immediately begin to deny, but Ryder nods quickly. When she turns her back, I slap his arm and peel his hand off my shoulder. It finds my opposite hip, a place it seems to know very well.

"What? I thought it'd be fun," he winks.

I roll my eyes and follow Carly. The lingerie is, well, lingerie so I fight a blush while she tells us what it's good for...yeah.

"Wow, that's really great. Thank you, Carly. Do you mind if we talk about it," he adds quieter, "privately?"

"Oh, of course," she blushes and rushes away.

"Why did you have to say that so sexually?!" I whisper-yell.

"It was funny!"

"It was embarrassing!"

"Whatever," he rolls his eyes. "Do you want to get some underwear?"

"Yeah, sure. Are you sure it isn't too much money?"

"Nah, it's fine."

I raise an eyebrow, "Where do you get money?"

"It's inappropriate to talk about money."

I look at him strangely, but let it go.

After Victoria's Secret, we go to other stores. And even though he told me not to worry about money, I don't buy a lot. I only get a few pairs of sweatpants, a pair of jeans, a couple tee-shirts, just a few pairs of shorts and a pair of Converse. I also got some undergarments.

"Ready to go?" he asks me.

"Yeah, could we stop by a CVS or some drugstore?"

"Why?"

"To get some shampoos and soaps and things?"

"Oh, sure."

We leave the mall and go to a CVS. There I get toiletries, and he gets some candy and drinks, too.

His phone rings when we get to the car, so he tells me to sit in the car and wait.

I watch him through the windows. He looks angry, annoyed, and scared? Maybe not. It is very possible that is angry. He runs his hand through his hair several times. I wish I could do that. No I don't. I don't know where that came from. I don't want to. I don't want to run my fingers through his soft hair.

He opens the door hastily and gets in. He slams it, making me jump.

"If you keep slamming that, it'll break," I joke softly.