Chapter 8

I'm inside the dressing room, sifting through any clothing that won't make me look like a hooker. I breathe a sigh of relief when I know its just Michael out there. Then again, that somehow doesn't put me at ease.

I decide to slip on some jeans, only to realize that they are skinny jeans, which I absolutely hate. I finally manage to get them on after jump around the entire dressing room. I'm sure I look like an idiot, and I feel so uncomfortable. I only own bootcut of flare jeans.

Now for the tops.. I pick one up that's teal, sleevless, and opens up at the back. It has white outlined flowers going down the front. I put in on and walk outside to Michael.

"Took you long--" He stops talking when he looks up at me.

"Sorry, the jeans took a while to put on, I think they're ultra skinny or something." I explain.

"And you look ultra sexy," He says smirking.

My breath quickens. There's that word again. Coming from his mouth, it puts me on edge. And add his perfect smirk, I could just faint right on this spot.

"Damn, you're so shy.." He walks toward me and I know my nervousness is obvious.

"Um, uh, I'm--" Once again, I can't find the right words and I'm blubbering like an idiot in front of the most handsome celebrity ever.

At this time, he's about two inches away from me, staring down my shirt.

I check the time and its 8:30.

"Um, so I'll go try on the others really quick." I say.

Thank god for an excuse, if he stared at me any longer I might have exploded.

I rush in and try on a few dresses, way too short and tight.

Each time I come out to show Michael stares and nods, his eyes full of lust. I feel my palms start to sweat. I don't think I'll ever get used to being with him.

I come out of the dressing room one last time, my arms packed with what I'll be purchasing. We walk to the self-checkout area and then out into the night.

"Thank you for shopping with me Michael. I-- enjoyed it." I say.

"No problem babe. Back to your place?"

"Um. Sure." I look back at my clock and its 9:15.

The drive home was silent. I would catch Michael looking at me once in a while. Why does he have to make me so nervous? I cross my hands in my lap and look out of the side window.

We pull into my apartment complex and I open the car door, fumbling with my keys. I accidently drop them.

"Dang it.."

I reach down to pick it up and so does Michael. Our fingers touch and I feel desperate for him to be with me. I could feel the tension around us as he keeps looking at me.

I grab hold of the keys.

"Um, thanks.." I say.

He nods and I open the door and switch on the lights.

"I'll be back soon, I just have to take a shower.." I say.

"Okay, don't be long."

I rush to my room and into the bathroom connected to it. I shut and lock the door. Knowing Michael, he might want to have a sneak peak.

I slide my back down the bathroom door and sigh.

Why do I feel so weird around him? I start to tingle, my heart beats faster than usual, my hands start to sweat.. what am I feeling? Not even Mark can make me feel this way, even the day I first met him. Cutting things off with him seems like the best thing to do, but its not that easy. Four years of memories Is a lot, I just don't know what to do.

I unclothe myself and step into the shower. At least this will help relieve me from all of the stress.

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