Auston Matthews Imagine

Auston Matthews - Part Eight

I quickly let go of Auston's hand once I get my feet on the ground, he slowly drops his back to his side. My fingers still tingle as I wait for the seamstress to return with her supplies.

"Thank you for staying with me, I don't think I want to ever step foot in here again," I say shyly, glancing up at him, even with the heels I'm still just a touch shorter than him.

Auston lets out a small laugh, putting his hands in his pockets and shrugging his shoulders.

"That's what Alex thought, and it's no bother. I prefer to stay out a bit when I get out of practice, it's a bit boring living alone," Auston replies. He pauses a minute and takes another look at me, his eyes going from my head to my feet, not at all in a disrespectful way, but it still makes my cheeks flame. I'm pretty sure he now just thinks my cheeks are always red.

"You really do look beautiful," he says gently and gives me a full on pretty boy smile that renders me absolutely speechless.

"Thank you," is what I try to say but it only comes out as some throaty noise. Luckily, the seamstress chooses to make an appearance at this time, carrying what looks like a sewing kit, a large footstool and another pair of shoes. I eye the shoes warily, all strappy and shiny, a beautiful death trap.

"Switch out shoes first, these look much better," she barks at me and I know I have no choice but at the same time I have no idea how I'm supposed to change my shoes in this dress, I look around a little helplessly and hear someone snap their fingers.

"Put leg up here," she orders me and I pull the dress up to my knee and bend my leg, propping it up on the stool. I hear Auston make a noise beside me but when I look up at him his eyes are on the ground, his cheeks a faint pink.

I then realize that I just bared my leg in front of him and before I can even be embarrassed, I feel excitement in my stomach where butterflies had currently been. I wait patiently as the seamstress switches out my shoes, out of the corner of my eye I see him glance at me a few times, always looking away quickly when he notices me watching him. I bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud.

Once my new shoes are on and I test them out, Auston holds out his hand without me asking, his other at the small of my back, careful to not touch my skin I notice, and helps me up onto the stool.

After the seamstress gets to work Auston takes a seat on one of the chairs and watches her. I'm facing opposite him but can still see him in the mirror before me and I can't help but stare. He only looks at his phone once when it buzzes in his pocket, typing a quick reply and then putting it back in his pocket, he doesn't look at it when it buzzes again.

I try to think of something to talk about but he beats me to it.

"Your meeting is tomorrow morning right?" He asks and my stomach drops, I hadn't even thought about it all day.

"Yes, I have to be there at eight," I reply, dropping my gaze to my hands at the base of my belly.

"I can drop you off in the morning before I head to the rink, if you want," Auston says and a strange comfort takes over my mind, blocking out the nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"I would appreciate that," I say, looking over my shoulder at him and smiling, however my small movement makes the dress move around my ankles and a pin scratches across my skin and I let out a small yelp.

"Well quit moving, girl," the seamstress scolds and quickly wipes at the scratch with a towel before it starts to bleed.

I huff and face back to the mirror and catch Auston's eye, rolling my own at him. He smirks at me and sticks out one finger before tapping it with his other, signaling a reprimanding. I giggle but quickly stop when I get a glare from the seamstress.