Page 46 of Dark Love

“It’s decided. Go find something to wear. We’re leaving in twenty minutes.”

“It takes me twenty minutes to wash my hair.”

He blinks twice at me.

“It really does. I have thick hair.”

“Fine, we’ll leave in forty minutes.” Vex stalks out of the room before I can say anything else.

Seriously? He seriously thinks I’m just going to do whatever he says? I climb out of the bed and head to the door he just came out of. There’s no way I’m going to find anything to—WOW! This closet is drool-worthy. The light wood is a stark contrast to the dark floors that flow through from the bedroom into the closet… Closet is hardly an adequate word to describe this room. It could be a high-end men’s boutique.

How am I going to find anything to wear in this sea of slacks and custom suits?

We don’t exactly have the same body type. I’m more like the curvy couch potato. While he’s the hunky bodybuilder.

This isn’t going to work. Not at all.

Though his t-shirt almost works as a dress. It goes down past my mid-thigh. Men’s shirt dresses are a thing.

I walk over to the rack full of dress shirts. Vex really likes soft, silky clothing. It’s got to fit.

My hand goes first to a white one… No. No. That won’t work. They’re too thin. It’ll end up being completely sheer. Black! I slide a black one off the hanger and over the t-shirt I’m already wearing. It looks like a sack. A lovely sack, but my shape is completely lost in all this material.

A belt should fix that. He definitely has a selection to choose from. There are dozens in each color. I strap a black one around my waist. Then another a little higher up. And another.

Thankfully there’s a mirror. I twist and turn to see every angle. It definitely flatters my curves. But it shows way more skin than I’m used to. And my chest… No, I can’t even think about how it looks in this outfit.

But it will have to do. If only I could cover it up.

A coat! As Mom says we’re in fall, and it’s getting chilly out there. Vex has some lovely long coats. They’re probably slightly longer than knee length on him. That will work!

Two of me could fit inside this jacket. But everything is covered that needs to be covered. I’ll go in, shop, and change right in the store. Then everything will be just fine.

I’m fine.

Everything is fine.

Only everything isn’t fine. This is all a pretend little world. When I walk out these doors… The world won’t collapse. You’ve survived in the past. You will survive this.

Not if you don’t go take a shower and get ready…

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Thankfully, his bathroom is well stocked. Though I’m going to end up smelling like him. It’s oddly comforting that he doesn’t have any women’s products. The extra toothbrush was a lifesaver.

How do I even turn the shower on?

There are a half dozen knobs and seemingly dozens of shower heads.

Why does anyone create a shower that needs a degree in mechanical engineering in order to turn it on?

Twist.

Turn.

Press.

Do a little dance.

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