It Begins With Us

4.

We walk into the mall hand in hand and I walk her over to where I can see the most dresses.

"Alba!" I exclaim.

"Yes?" She replies leaning her face into my arm.

"Go!" I order and she sighs and pulls herself off of me and jumps into the aisles.

'Guess she gets tired and bored easily.' I smile as she slinks lazily through the dresses.

I walk up beside her and sift through the dresses. I pick out a few and drape them over my arm and then grab her dress less self and drag her straight over to the changing room.

"Try this one." I say handing her a warm and mid shin length body con.

"Ew." She cringes and swiftly carries it into the room.

Ten minutes later and Alba still hasn't gotten out of the change room.

"Alba!" I walk over to the door, lean in as close and whisper, "what are you doing there?"

".....squats." She confesses and I'm flabbergasted.

"Why?" I ask and she clicks her tongue.

"You got me a body con, my body type doesn't exactly fit those." She states.

"You don't need to do all that right now, just open the door." I encourage softly and step back as the lock clicks.

The door opens up and sure enough she looks uncomfortable. The dress fits her nicely around the chest, but not her hips and ass. They're average sized sure enough, just not as big as the body con would require. I can see why she feels awkward in the dress.

"You don't like it." I state, taking in her discomfort and annoyance.

"No sir." She reports with a salute making me grin.

"Then get out of it." I shrug. "We've got plenty of other dresses to try on."

"We, huh?" She says placing a hand on the door.

"Yeah." I smirk and step in just as she steps back into the change room.

"Nope." She shakes her head firmly, and presses her hands to my chest.

"Well it was worth a try." I mumble and step back letting her close the door.

"Alright." I mutter, and go back to my spot on one of the cushioned waiting chairs.

"Okay, I like this one." Alba's muffled voice calls out from the other side of the door.

The lock clicks and the door slides open. She walks out in a dark grey dress that's baggy and long. The dress stops right below her knees, and her boots can be pulled right above her knees, so it's a perfect match. I nod slowly, appreciating her and then she starts itching at her neck and shoulders.

"You have a hair tie?" She asks pulling her hair back from her shoulders, and into a low ponytail.

Her hair was down before so I never noticed that the neck line for this dress is wide and almost off the shoulders. It exposes all of her neck, shoulders, collar, and the top of her chest. To add to the heat, brown freckles are scattered over the skin. The pattern of her freckles makes her look as though someone had sprinkled cinnamon powder unto her from above. An image of Alba, her face tilted upwards and her eyes shut, standing bare below a huge hand as its pinched fingers rub together, sprinkling cinnamon down on her.