First Choice (Sam Wilkinson/Nash Grier)

Chapter 70

With our breakfast cut short, my Mom having asked for the check immediately after Conner's interruption, her being able to sense how uncomfortable Nash and I were, we walked out to the car after Nash said goodbye to Conner briefly.

"I had no idea he was even still here." He tells me, voice hushed because he doesn't want my Mom to hear us as we discuss it, me ditching shot gun to sit in the back with him.

"It's okay Nash. I'm not really upset about it." I whisper back, leaning my head on his shoulder. He sighs, relaxing under me and rubbed his hand over my back.

"Are you guys going home or do you want me to drop you off somewhere?" My Mom asks, looking at us in the rear view mirror. I look at Nash, raising my eyebrows to signal that I'm down to go somewhere if he wants to.

"You wanna go to the mall then?" He asks.

I nod to him and my mom turns sharply, having overheard our decision.

I didn't bring any money but I always like to just walk around and look at all the things that I would buy if I was rich. I don't really need thirty different pairs of Vans sneakers in assorted colors but it's always nice to dream of if I did.

We arrive at the mall within a few minutes and Nash holds my hand as we get out, a group of kids I recognize from school turning and looking at us strangely as we walked past, spiking my nerves. When I look at Nash he flashes a comforting smile at me and I decide to ignore them.

We spend the next hour gazing through stores and I have to tell Nash multiple times that I won't allow him to buy me anything. I don't like the idea of someone spending money on me. It makes me feel as if I'm using them and I'd rather buy my own things.

When I see Victoria's Secret I am reminded that I need new matching bra and panties sets that are cute just in case Nash and I get intimate again and while I don't have money, I can check how much they cost while I'm here so I can bring the right amount next time.

I debate if I should drag Nash in with me for a long time as we walk closer and closer to the store. I don't want him to feel uncomfortable in the store and I also don't want him looking at all the models with perfect bodies and lingerie that would never look as good on me.

At the same time, I want to hear the little dirty comments he might make as we look and I want to see the way he blushes as I run my finger along a cute pair of panties and ask him if he likes them. I've never done anything like this with a guy, and if I was to get a cute set I doubt he would be seeing me in it anyways because yeah, we've fooled around, but I'm still not ready for sex yet.

"Let's go in." I tell him as I point to the store. He looks at me curiously but doesn't protest as we walk over to the Pink entrance.

I look around at all the different kinds of panties. Some are stringy thongs that are barely there, some are bikini styled with frills of lace along the edges, and some have a thick waistband on boy shorts and resemble guys boxers. I decide I like the boxer styled ones the best as I let go of Nash's hand and walk over to them, running my fingers over a pink and purple one.

I continue looking around the store, Nash's eyes glued to me as I look over the bras and other Pink apparel, him blushing a little when I tease him and try and get him to choose his favorite bra.

I take a deep breath as we walk into the main area of Victoria's Secret, the store darkening and now the shelves are stocked with much more provocative underwear.

"Oh my god, that ones so pretty." I gasp at a mannequin clad in a light colored set. It's wearing a bra, corset, panties, garters, and thigh highs, all of the pieces made with the same thin, cream, see through material that is speckled with tiny little diamonds. It's elegant, sexy, and way more showy than I'd ever be able to pull off.