Page 39 of My Only Luna

Angela and I exchange looks as we both stare at Keira. Neither of us wants to go shopping with her.

“Wait, I really don’t think this is a good idea-” I begin, but Elijah cuts me off.

“I think it’s a great idea. Don’t girls like shopping together?” he asks almost mockingly.

“No! Not with all girls,” Angela almost growls. Monica lets out a nervous giggle.

“Keira, aren’t your friends going shopping?” she asks, clearly noticing how annoyed Angela and I are. Keira glares at her.

“Well, yeah, and it’s clear we have more taste than you lot. So let’s see what you bitches grab from the outlet pile!” she snaps, clearly unhappy that she isn’t wanted.

“You ladies might have more fun together-”

“No thank you, Aaron,” Angela cuts in, giving him a poisonous sweet glare. Keira stomps her foot before she storms off.

“Aaron, seriously?” I ask, giving him a frown once Keira is gone.

“Hey, I was only trying to help…” Aaron says, before glancing at Elijah, clearly mind-linking him.

“Okay, how about this? Go shopping, meet me and the boys at the Flaming Grill at seven when you’re done?” Elijah suggests as Liam comes over, finally finishing giving the final few warriors a few pointers.

“Yes!” Angela agrees as I process what he just said. I shake my head, holding up my hand.

“Whoa, whoa, wait. Seven? Are we shopping until seven?” I ask, my eyes widening with horror. I don’t mind shopping, in fact I love shopping, but online. Only online! I’d rather stay home and read a book!

“We all know girls take forever,” Aaron says, earning a frown from Monica.

“We don’t, babe. You men are just as bad.”

“Are we though?” Aaron counters cockily.

“Okay, I am going to agree. Seven is perfect. So what boys are we meeting later?” Angela asks curiously.

“Just Liam, me and Aaron,” Elijah says, walking over to where he dropped his phone before training. He picks it up and slides his card out, holding it out to me. My eyes fly open, feeling all eyes on me. “I’ll text you the pin,” he says smoothly, making my stomach flutter, but I also feel very watched.

“Alright! Let’s go!” Angela says smoothly, hooking arms with me and Monica and dragging us away.

“We need to shower first! Hun, chill, it’s just shopping,” I grumble, making Angela pout at me unhappily, having forgotten about our sweaty state.

“Fine, babe, I get it. Meet back at the packhouse in 30minutes!” she shouts. Monica and I nod before we separate, heading in our own directions. This is going to be more exhausting than training. I just know it.

Thirty-five minutes later, Elijahand I meet up with the rest. I look pretty flushed, but only Angela realises what probably happened. But when he looked so smouldering all through training, I couldn’t say no.

The girls leave in Angela’s car and the boys in Elijah’s. Both head in different directions, with us heading to Birmingham, as the city centre is a lot larger than the one in Stratford-upon-Avon.

“So, any colour in mind?” Monica asks when we enter one of the larger stores.

“I am going for red!” Angela exclaims, flicking her long hair. “I am going for hot and sexy!”

She’s been planning this for years.

“What about you Scarlett?” Monica asks me.

“I have no colour in mind, but I’ll know when I like something,” I say as my eyes skim the racks.

“Okay, perfect, and you’re going for long, right?” Monica asks. I’m about to reply, then realise she’s rubbing the front of her neck, swallowing hard.

“You okay?” I ask, concerned.

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