Page 29 of Those Summer Nights (Sweet Cravings 2)

I laughed. "This is going to be a long afternoon."

We walked around and grabbed some work-appropriate things. I stood outside the dressing room and waited for him. He said he would never leave me. Why had he said that? Of course he would leave me. All we had was this one summer together. I was beginning to think that every relationship was limited. Nothing was forever. Relationships were as fleeting as the summer sun.

When he came out, I couldn't help but laugh. The dress pants were too short, but the collared shirt fit really well.

"You're pretty terrible at this," he said with a smile.

"Actually, you look very trendy. Besides, you have other pants back there that are longer. I was trying to figure out your size. Come here."

He walked over to me. I rolled up the sleeves on his dress shirt so that his muscular forearms showed. He had looked good before, but now? He was going to go off to his fancy new job and get a new girlfriend in a snap. The thought turned my stomach.

"This shirt looks really good on you,” I said. “Don't I get any credit for that?"

"It's uncomfortable."

"What do you mean it’s uncomfortable?” I had just touched it and the fabric felt fine to me. “It's just a normal shirt." I reached behind his neck and looked at the collar. "It's 100% cotton."

"I'd rather wear a t-shirt."

I laughed. "You're acting like I'm forcing you to buy clothes like this. I'm just here to help."

He smiled at me.

"Go try again."

He pretended to sulk back into the dressing room. He was so cute. When he came back out the next time, he had completely abandoned the idea of a shirt. He just had on the same pants and a tie.

I laughed. "What are you doing?"

"What, is this not work appropriate?" He turned around in a circle. "I think I look pretty great."

"I didn't say you didn't look good. But it's not suitable office attire." His muscles were distracting. And he actually looked amazing. Business casual should be replaced with the outfit he was rocking.

"This is ridiculous. I don't know what I'm doing,” he said. “Just come in here with me."

"It's the men's changing room," I said in a hushed voice.

He looked both ways. "Yeah, well, no one's looking." He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the dressing room. He closed the door to his stall and locked it.

"We're going to get in so much trouble." My heart was beating so fast that it was all I could hear. But I wasn’t really worried about the store’s security. I was more nervous about being in a confined space with him. Where he’d be stripping. I closed my eyes for a second. Stripping? Really? I was making this weird and it didn’t have to be. I opened my eyes again. Nope. I was going to get in trouble. But not with the store’s security. I was in so much trouble with him.

"It's not like we're going to bang in here,” he said. “You're just helping me pick out some clothes. The worst that could happen is they'll ask us to leave. You need to learn to live a little."

I crossed my arms. "I rode a motorcycle today and I'm in a men's changing room. I think I'm doing fine."

"Yeah, but you only did those things because of me."

"So?"

He shrugged. "I think you need me. That's all. Now close your eyes again so I can change."

I sat down on the bench in the changing room and closed my eyes. I heard his pants unzip. And then the awkward sound of me swallowing wrong. A strange squeaky noise that I barely recognized came from me. Jesus, Mila, it’s not the first time you’ve heard a man unzip his pants before. You’ve seen a penis. Why did my mind automatically go to his dick? But now that I was thinking about it, it was so very hard to stop. It was so tempting to take a peek, but somehow I mastered the art of restraint and kept my eyes closed.

"Okay," he said.

I opened my eyes. He was just wearing his boxer briefs. One of his legs was up on the bench I was sitting on. He was posing in the most ridiculous way, with his hands behind his head.

"Oh my God." I picked up a shirt and tossed it at him. I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his boxers since I had been obsessing over it a few seconds ago.

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