Find Me Alastar

Her beaming smile is contagious and my own face lights up as we walk up the street for a while

longer. “Shall we go in here?” I ask as I gesture to the boutique in front of us.

She stops. “You want to buy yourself a dress?” She smirks as she puts her hands on her hips.

I laugh out loud and raise a brow. “I was thinking I would buy some lingerie.” I take her in my

arms and pull her hips into my semi-hard cock that’s hidden beneath my large jacket. “Would you

still like me if I dress up in women’s clothing?” I tease.

She kisses me as she laughs freely. “I would love you however you chose to dress.”

My heart freefalls and her face drops at the realization of what she has just said. “I mean…”

She tries to correct herself.

“I know what you meant,” I assure her.

We stand still for a moment, our eyes fixed on each other.

“I didn’t mean…” she whispers as she picks up my hand.

“I know,” I reply quickly as I squeeze her hand in mine. I don’t want her to tell me she doesn’t

love me.

Some things are best left unsaid.

I turn to the designer shop in front of us. “I wanted to buy you a dress.”

“Why?”

“We have that dinner on Friday night, remember?” I smile, knowing this could go one of two

ways.

She frowns. “Can’t I wear a dress I already have?”

“It’s black tie. Do you have a black tie dress?”

She grimaces. “I hate that shit.” She raises her eyebrows. “You know I don’t have a black tie

dress, Alastar. You packed my clothes for me, remember?”

I smile knowing she only calls me Alastar when she is annoyed.

“Yes, I do know that.” I smile. “So let’s buy you a new one.”

She rolls her eyes. “Maybe you should just go on your own. I’m not into these kind of events.”

“You gave me the week, remember?” I ask. I bend and hold her close. “I’m not into these kind

of things, either.”

We kiss and she stares up at me lovingly.

“In five days I have to leave you, and I want to have you in my arms for those last few days,” I

whisper.

I feel her resistance slide. “You say that like you are dying or something.” She smirks.

I stare at her.

She steps back from me and frowns. “Why did your face just drop when I said that?”

“No reason. It… it didn’t,” I stammer.

She stands still for a moment, her eyes searching mine.

Fuck, don’t look at me like that.

“Is there something wrong, Twinkle? Are you sick?”

I shake my head. “No.”

I walk into the shop to escape her glare, but she stands still on the curb as she thinks before

finally she follows. I start to flick through the racks of dresses as a distraction.

She wraps her arms around me from behind. “Are you okay?” she whispers into my back.

I nod and drop my head, unable to speak.

In all honesty, I’m not.

I know I’m not, but I had to have this time with her. I couldn’t help myself, and I know it’s

selfish, and I know that this wasn’t in the plan. But hell, I didn’t… I mean… I couldn’t stop myself.

What started as a desire for one more night with her has quickly spun out of control.

“Dress?” I whisper.

She fakes a smile and I hope she didn’t see the momentary crack in my mask.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

She steps forward and starts to go through the racks of clothing beside me.

“Can I help you with anything?” the assistant asks.

“No, thank you. Just looking,” I tell her.

She smiles politely and disappears behind the counter.

I pull a long, red, slinky number from the rack and watch as Em turns up her nose.

“No?” I ask.

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “No.”

I smirk as I feel my strength return.

We both search the racks again and I pull out a black gown.

She twists her mouth to the side in thought as she scans it up and down.

“Mmm. That’s okay.” She scrunches up her face. “I guess.”

I grin because she’s adorable. I flick through the rack again and pull out a dress made of rose

patterned material.

She widens her eyes and sticks her pointer finger down her throat.

“You don’t like?” I smirk.

“Bedspread,” she whispers under her breath.

“Are you always this picky?” I whisper.

“Always.”