Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Cashier Crushes

Skylar's P.O.V.

Today's Sunday, and Grayson insists on taking me shopping. I don't even know why, but he wouldn't take no for an answer.

So  here I am. In the car with Grayson. On my way to the dreadful hell, that normal girls call, the mall.

"Why do I have to go shopping?" I whine for the hundredth time this car ride.

"Because. I'm being nice. Most girls would kill to have me buy them stuff."

"Well for one, I'm not like other girls. And two, you are not buying me stuff. I hate when people spend money on me."

"Doesn't matter, Princess. I'm paying, and that's final."

"What are we even shopping for?" I ask.

"I don't know." He shrugs. "Clothes, makeup. Whatever."

"Clothes and makeup? So you think I'm unfashionable and you need to pick my clothes? And that I'm ugly so I need to start wearing makeup?"

"No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no. That's not what I meant. You're fashion sense is fine. And you're beautiful. You don't need makeup or new clothes or-"

I burst into laughter. I think I even felt a tear drip out of my eye.

"What the hell is so funny?" He asks with wide eyes.

"D-dude, I was j-joking." I say through giggles.

"I hate you."

"Awww is Gwayson angwy at me?"

Silence...

"Alright fine. Too bad you hate me. I was about to give you that kiss. Oh well, don't expect to be sleeping in my bed anymore."

More silence...

I turn to look out the window and keep my mouth shut. If he wants to give me the silent treatment, I'll give it right back.

He glances at me every once in a while but I avoid his gaze. I continue to look out the window until I suddenly feel a hand touch my thigh.

I tense slightly but I don't think he notices. I keep my focus on the trees and houses outside, blurred due to our speed.

His hand moves up slowly, squeezing every centimeter or two until his finger tips reach the top of my leg, barely grazing the 'southern hemisphere'.

He lightly drags a finger over the area. Then another. His hand is about to fully grasp it, when my small one quickly snatches his.

I don't turn to look at him, but my tight grip remains. I loosen my hold little by little, until I feel that he got the message, then allow his hand to drop.

Instantly, I feel the car slow to a stop on the shoulder of the road. I turn and give him a questioning look and he just stares into my eyes, holding me in a trance.

He reaches over and unbuckles my seatbelt. And in one swift movement, he picks me up, pulls me across the car and sets me comfortably on his lap.

I place my hands on his shoulders for support. He continues to stare into my eyes, hypnotizing me so I can't move.

He wraps one arm around my waist, using his other had to grip my upper thigh.

I chew my bottom lip out of nerves and anxiousness. His eyes soften and he slumps over so his forehead is resting against mine.

"You are making it so hard to control myself, Princess." He says quietly.

I mutter a small 'sorry' and look down. He places two fingers under my chin and pulls my head up to face him.