Hollows In Time (✔️) | 'Hollows' Book Ⅱ

Chapter Eighty-Seven

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The door opened on my third knock.

"I heard that you requested my company." I said, brushing past Jameson and stepping into my room.

"Where's Alexi?" Jameson asked, shutting the door.

"Waiting for the laundry," I told him before taking a seat on my bed. "What do you need?" I asked him, watching him duck into his room and come out with three shopping bags.

I raised an eyebrow. "Fashion advice?" I asked, glancing at the bags in Jameson's hand.

He frowned, and then his face coloured. Flustered, he held out the bags for me to take. "Actually they're for you," I frowned and peered into one of them.

"I didn't know what you would like so I bought practically everything. You should try them on and pick out one to wear today." Jameson continued to speak as I investigated the bags.

I gaped at what I saw.

"You bought me swimsuits?" I asked, pulling out one to peer at.

"Well, I only bought the ones that I thought you'd like but I can return them if you–"

"–it's fine," I told him, still staring into the bags. "But why do I need them today?" I asked him, finally looking up. "I don't know if you've noticed but Christmas doesn't really happen in summer." I told him, watching him chuckle in response.

"I noticed," he told me. "Just try them on, pick out your favourite and slip your clothes back on after. We're going out." He was so lost in his orders that he hadn't really thought through the implications of those last three words.

"As in we will walk out of this room and then...erm...do something out—which is where we're going." I smiled, watching him fumble over words. It was kind of cute.

I picked up the bags and stood up, feet planted inches from his. "I never assumed otherwise, but thanks, JJ." I told him with a not-so-hidden smirk. His embarrassment faded as he shook his head, but I knew that he wasn't too annoyed, because his lips held a small smile.

I pivoted on the spot and made my way to the bathroom with the bags, closing the door behind me to try on about seven million swimsuits.

I had nailed it down to a one-piece and a two-piece. Do I go bold or 'you probably expected me to wear this'?

And on that note, I chose the white bikini and slipped my clothes on over the top. I was nervous about showing Jameson this much skin, but it wasn't like he hadn't seen it before—right?

I brushed through my hair and carried out other unnecessary tasks to distract myself from my nerves, and then I opened the door. Jameson was waiting by the door, leaning against the wall and tapping away at his phone.

He looked up at my entrance and smiled. I simply held the three bags and stared at him.

"You can keep those." He said, pointing to the bags with his phone in hand before slipping it into his pocket.