Chapter 29: you’re watching this
Rhea sauntered to the dresses aisle. Fingers trailing silk as she grabbed her own haul—silky pink, cut low to tease her frame, and a green number, tight and short to cling where itunted—dumping them in with a wink that dared him tomment.
Kael's hazel glinted smug as he leaned in, breath brushing her ear with a warm huff. "Guess we're both perverts now, huh?" Her laugh came soft, throaty, and she oped up her picks—jeans, shirts, those dresses—and slipped into the fitting room, curtain rustling as she called out, "Stay right there—you're watching this."
Kael's pulse kicked up, hazel darkening with a mix of nerves and heat as he leaned against a rack, the cart creaking beside him while shoppers drifted past, oblivious to the charge building in theirrner.
She emerged slow—jeans clinging tight to her thighs, tank top hugging every scar and curve, her damp hair framing her face as she spun, hips swaying with a deliberate roll that caught the light.
"How do I look?" she asked, voice husky, stepping close until her heat pressed against his chest, amber locking his gaze with a teasing spark. His throat tightened, a flush creeping up his neck as he nodded, voice gruff and low.
"Damn good—fits you like it's made for you." She smirked, satisfied with the catch in his breath, and ducked back in, fabric whispering loud against her skin as the curtain swayed shut. The wait stretched—his fingers tapping the rack, pulse thudding steady—and then she parted the curtain again, stepping out in the silky pink dress.
Slits climbed her thighs, the neckline plunged to tease the swell of her breasts, nipples faint through the thin weave as she leaned against the frame, one hipcked high. "Better than those, right?" she purred, fingers trailing the hem slow, lifting it just enough to flash the edge of her panties, her smirk widening as his breath hitched sharp.
Kael's cheeks burned—red creeping to his ears, pants tightening fast—and heughed hard, rubbing his neck to hide the shake in his hands. "Yeah, uh, way better," he stammered, voice cracking as his gaze darted down her frame then snapped back up, caught in the web of her tease.
She laughed low, a sound thatiled hot in his gut, and slipped back inside, rustling louder as fabric slid over skin. The green dress came next—shorter, tighter, a slash of emerald that hugged her ass and left her thighs bare, shimmering as she strutted out, bending slow to adjust a strap, flashing more skin with every tilt.
"This one's the keeper," she said, voice a velvet tease, brushing his arm as she circled him close, her scent—soap and warm flesh—flooding his senses until his head swam. His grin broke flustered, hazel dark with want as he nodded quick, words tripping out.
"Buy it—gotta have it," he rasped, cart groaning as she piled her haul in—three for her, three for Freya, and four dresses total. Kael paid the bill, cash swapped slow as night deepened outside.
They hauled bags back to the Haven, takeout swinging—noodles spicy, grease slick—and ate at the dining table, flavors bursting sharp as steam curled between them, her laughter from the shop lingering soft in the air.