Perfectly Imperfect

Chapter 6: Getting Use To Love

Eliza's P.O.V

I couldn't believe that James, of all people, was taking me out to get things.

"Anything else that you would need?" He asked. His hand was intertwined with mine as we rested them on the armrest between our two seats in his car. I did need a few more things like undies and toiletries but I didn't think that those would be necessary right now.

"Well... It's kinda embarrassing." I told him. And it was. Well to me it was.

"I don't care what it is. I'll get it for you. And I don't care how much it costs. I'll still get it for you. Wanna know why? Because I just love you that much." He said. His comment made me blush like a bright red tomato.

"Uhmm.. Okay. Well I just need undies and stuff." He smiled this cute lopsided smile. And I couldn't resist the smile playing on my lips.

"That's great! There's a Victoria Secret about 3 blocks from here. We'll go there." He ran his unocupied hand through his hair and sighed. "I don't like going to Victoria Secret when there are a bunch of old ladies inside of it. They always try to hit on me and they call me a stud and whatnot. I mean who even says stud anymore?" He asked. I giggled.

"I see you don't like it when old ladies walk around in a lingerie store. And I can see why they would  call you a stud. You're friggin' sexy James!" I told him. I covered my mouth with my hand once I had realized what I said. I was always self-concious with my words. But around James I found myself not stopping to think about what I was saying. I always just said what was on my mind when I was with him. I didn't know if that was a good or bad thing at this point.

"Why thank you but you know that you are way better looking than me. Your face is like sunshine on the cloudiest of days."

"You are such a flirt!" I shouted. He smiled and we both stayed quiet the rest of the drive.

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"I like this red lacy one. I don't know why you don't like but I don't care. I am buying it for you and you will wear it whether you like it or not." James said. I gave him a straight face. He gently squeezed my cheek.

"Soften up, babycakes. I dont like it when you're mad. Besides, lets go see what you look like in that bra." He was smiling from ear to ear.

"Alright. But you do know that you can't come into the dressing room with me." I told him. He gave me a sly grin.

"Oh I know. But I'm still going in there with you. I dont care what the workers, the old ladies, or anybody else says. I'm going in there with you." And with that he took my hand and led me to the dressing room. Nobody was watching us anyway so it didn't really matter that he went into the room with me. I undressed and tryed on several bra's before trying on the lacy one. James leaned again the door and just stared. He didn't say anything, he just stared. Finally I turned around to face him and twirled in the mirror.

"What do you think?" I asked slowly. His lips hinted at a smile as he pulled me closer to him. He leaned his forehead against mine until his soft, minty lips touched mine. The butterflies in my tummy came back. Like they always did when I kissed him. His hands came over to my back. Suddenly I felt something vibrate in his pocket. Why? Why did they always have to bother us when we were busy with love? He ignored it and it rang for like 20 times. And no I'm not exaggerating. I pulled away.

"You should answer that. Or else they'll just keep on bothering us." I told him. He reluctantly pulled away and took his phone out of his pocket.

"Hello...? What do you want Johnny...? No I'm not gonna loan you money.... I loaned you money last week. Remember...? Whatever. I'll see you later." He said. He crushed his thumb against the "end" button.

"Who was that?" I asked. Whoever it was, they had aggravated him.

"It was nobody." He said. He looked pretty angry so I didn't press the situation any further.

"Get dressed. I'll be outside of the door." And with that, he was gone.

Well Whoever This "Johnny" Guy Was, He Wasn't Making My Relationship Any Better.