Page 139 of In Death, Love Survives
With my bag in hand, I head out of the store to find Wolfe still on the phone. I gesture for him to follow me down the busy shopping street.
He takes my hand in his as he continues to talk to Caleb.
I spot another clothing store that looks like the opposite of what I’d normally wear. In the window display are a crop top and a short denim skirt. I don’t think I’ve ever worn a crop top. Tying up Wolfe’s shirt last night was the closest I’ve come to it, and I felt like I was slipping into a new skin when I wore that.
It’s amazing the power that being comfortable in your own skin can have on you. With Wolfe, I feel confident in wearing more revealing items. I want to keep that up, even after I go back to my apartment and grab my real wardrobe.
“I’m going to pop in here,” I whisper in front of the store.
“Sorry, I’ll wrap it up,” he mouths.
I grin.
“You haven’t yet,” I tease.
A wide smile stretches across Wolfe’s face as he shakes his head.
“Love you,” I mouth.
“Love you, angel,” he mouths back.
“Yeah, I’m still listening,” he says into the phone.
I head into the store, and it’s the opposite vibe of the lingerie store.
“Hi there! I’m Daisy! Do you need help finding anything?”
I look up to find a petite young woman, maybe early twenties, with deep red hair, smiling in my direction.
“Hi! I’m Nova. No, I think I’m just browsing. Thank you though.” I smile back.
“Well, I’ll be around. If you need anything, just holler.”
“Thanks!”
I head right to the row of crop tops, spotting the white one from the window first. I find my size and start looking through the others. That’s when I spot a blue one with a matching short skirt. I pick both of those up too.
These are exactly what I was looking for.
I move around the store with ease, smiling at Daisy as I continue. Through the windows, I spot Wolfe getting off the phone and then calling someone else.
As much as I’m transitioning, I can’t believe what Wolfe is going through as he acclimates to being home.
“Everything you’re picking up is so cute,” Daisy says.
I look up from a rack, and she’s smiling over at me from behind the register.
“Thanks. It’s such a cute store.”
“I appreciate that!”
“Do you own it?”
“I do! I love it here.”
The front doorbell rings, and I look around to see Wolfe stalking toward me. He’s still on the phone and gives me an apologetic look.
“Take this,” he says while handing me his credit card.
