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“Okay, so would it kill you to say I look especially nice today? I mean…” I gesture to my outfit. “I didn’t put this on for my viewing pleasure. And evidently, not yours either!”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He snaps while blocking me from leaving the bathroom.
I huff out a loud, annoyed breath. “It means! All the guys out there were talking about how pretty the girls were, and you couldn’t be bothered? That really fucking hurts.”
“I-” Derek winces as he looks away, scratching the back of his neck. “I don’t know how to do this public thing.” He says hushedly, and I notice the pink hue on his cheeks. “I’m sorry, I–I’ve never been good at it. I just lock up.” Even in my alcohol-filled haze, it hits me. Oh my god, this is probably something his ex-wife would’ve said. “You do look so damn pretty, though,” his voice is soft, and it almost causes me to let out a sob. “I mean, I hate for anyone else to see you this way, but Indy, you have to know that I think you’re breathtaking, baby girl.”
Groaning, I press my face into his chest, “I’m so sorry, I’m such a dick.” I mutter against his vest as I feel his chest rumble slightly.
“You’re not a dick. You’re young and beautiful. You deserve to be doted on.” His voice is almost apologetic, causing me to pull back and look at him. I watch as he backs up while smoothing out his button-down shirt. It’s the first time I really look at his outfit and wow… dark wash blue jeans, a black vest that tapers in on his strong waist, and a button-down shirt. It was hard to see in the dim light, but now that we are in the well-lit bathroom, I can see it’s a deep purple. The sleeves are rolled up, and he wears his watch on one wrist and the other, the bracelet I made him.
My face softens, and I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or just the emotions coursing through me, but I feel my bottom lip wobble.
“Indy? W-what’s wrong?” He looks almost panicked now, and I shake my head.
“You don’t own a purple shirt.” I manage to get out over the lump in my throat. I watch as his face turns pink again as he gives me a shy smile.
“Yeah,” he chuckles softly. “I went the other day and bought it for tonight.”
“Why?” I knew he did it for me, but I want, no I need, to hear him say it.
Derek stares down at me, his rich eyes fixating on mine. “Because, even though I’m a shit boyfriend when it comes to public displays, I care about you, and… I was hoping it would make you smile.”
“Oh my god, I am a dick!” I sob out as Derek gives me a light chuckle before hugging me again.
“You’re not! I get it, and trust me, I wish those things came naturally to me. Making a big deal about how pretty you are, spinning you around in a chair to make you squeal, I wish those just came into my head like they do with the idiots out there.” He pulls my chin up and captures my lips in his. “You deserve an idiot like that.” He whispers against my lips. “You deserve someone that will drop to their knees and worship you,” I whimper as his hot breath tickles my ear as he rubs his beard against my jaw. “You deserve a man that sees you and doesn’t let you think for one second that you aren’t the most breathtaking person he’s ever seen and will actually announce it to the world.”
“Derek,” I pant out as his hand grips my hip, pushing his erection against me. “That’s not what I want,” I moan as his hand goes over my breast. He stills before rubbing my breast again and pulling back.
“The fuck? Where is your nipple?” I burst out laughing so hard I nearly stumble over.
“It’s the pasty! It shields the nipple.” Derek rears back as if offended.
“Well, isn’t that depress–” The door to the bathroom opens, and we watch Janie and Sunday standing in the doorway
“Well, well, well…” Janie smirks, leaning against the frame. “Derek, I thought you were against public fornication.”
“And in a filthy bathroom!” Sunday gasps dramatically. “The scandal.”
Derek groans as he stares up at the ceiling. “We aren’t fornicating! We are talking!”
Janie raises a red brow. “Right, well, we are waiting to open presents once you guys are done… talking.”
Janie and Sunday close the door, and I pat Derek’s chest. “Sorry,” He just shrugs before kissing my temple.
“It’s alright Darlin’, come on, everyone is waiting.”
* * *
I smileas I take the gift bag from Janie. Pulling out the yellow tissue, I look at the garment that falls out, and instantly I laugh as I hold up the see-through lingerie.
“Oh my god,” Ash groans as he leans on Atlas’ shoulder. “Will my nightmare never end?”
Atlas pats my brother’s cheek. “It’s okay baby, I got you.”
Sunday rolls her eyes before taking a sip of her water. “My god, you better hope I’m having a boy.” Ash jerks his head towards her.
“You are having a boy. You were on top when we conceived.” Sunday shakes her head, and I hear Derek laugh lightly from his spot next to me.
