“Yes,” he laughed as he pulled back to meet my eyes. “It can’t possibly be that bad.”
“When I’ve never actually gone clothes shopping before for myself, yes. It can be horrible,” I grumbled out.
“At least let my mom get the measurements and she can pick out something your style then,” Zachariah said, lifting my face to his. Before I could respond, he pressed his lips to my own, banishing my train of thought.
I melted into him, letting him take away my fears and pain. Somehow, he was able to make things seem better when life was crashing down around me. I could never figure out how it did it, but he just made life better.
“Shall we?” he asked, pulling back from, but keeping his hands at my waist.
“I guess so,” I whispered, lost still in the pleasure of his kiss.
With one more soft, short kiss, Zachariah broke away, taking my hand in his and leading me to the car where Jonas was already waiting.
