He Saved Me

Chapter thirty six

Luckily, we are in Express where they have leather jackets.

"Go in the dressing room, I'll come to you after" I smile, shooing him.

I run to find Ellie, telling her my idea. "I absolutely love that. You go too Brooks" She says and we search for clothes.

I grab a black leather jacket and some black ripped jeans. A white t-shirt even though he can wear the black one he has on already. I would love to see it with white too.

Grabbing a belt off the rack, Ellie and I make our way into the dressing room to see Mason and Brooks leaning against the wall, conversing.

"Promise me you'll have an open mind?" I hold my pinky out to him. "Fine" He smiles, interlocking our fingers.

"Thank you" I kiss his cheek, handing him the clothes. He goes into the dressing room next to Brooks.

"Leah" He whines. I just ignore it.

Soon he comes out, the clothes fit him perfectly. And he looks amazing.

"What do you think?" I look him up and down.

"Its different. Not as uncomfortable as I thought" He stretches his arms.

"I absolutely love it" Ellie smiles, as Brooks comes out.

"What about you?" He leans agains the wall, arms crossed. "I think you look really good" I bite my cheek, nodding.

"Now do you?" He questions, staring into my eyes.

"Yes. I do" I cock my head to the side.

"Maybe I'll get it then" He says, pulling on the jacket. "I think thats a good idea" I smile as he closes the door to change back.

"Now, its our turn" Brooks smirks at Ellie, our eyes bulged.

"I'm not so sure about that" I stutter. "Yeah, you are hörny guys" Ellie helps me out.

"Oh shush, we'll be back" Mason smiles, walking out of the fitting room.

Well shįt.

They soon come back and Mason hands me an outfit. Of course it's skimpy and I feel uncomfortable putting it on.

The plaid skirt is way to short and the white crop top is surprisingly comfortable and cute. "Mason, there is no way you got the right size for this skirt. Get me the next size up" I whine, causing him to huff. I look in the mirror, I look like a total slût.

"Here" He hands me the skirt over the door. I put it on, feeling slightly more covered.

"Now let me see. But let me in" He says. I slowly open the door a crack, covering myself.

"This isn't cute. Why in the world would anyone like this?" I say, my cheeks flushing. He moves my arms, looking me up and down.

"Mm, no it is. But I would not want you to wear that out anywhere" He smirks. "What is up with your smirking?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"I don't know what you're talking about" He jokes. "Now get changed into the real outfit" He points to another pile of clothes.

"I didn't know there was a second" I laugh. "Yep, now go" He smiles, stepping out of the room.

In the second pile there is a baggy, but cropped NASA shirt, some ripped light washed high waisted jeans and some platform high heeled boots. Its actually really cute.

I put it on, quickly styling it the way I like it and step out.

I do a little spin, really liking the outfit. "Oh, I love that" Ellie smiles.