She hands me the bags and I pull Leila by my side. “That's what I mean when I send you to go shopping.”
“Chris, you've spent a fortune in lingerie, and that shop is an exclusive one.”
I swirl her around and kiss her and then I nod to the next shop. “Oh look, shoes. Do you want me to buy all the shops one at a time, or you'll choose what you like?”
“Jesus Christ, okay, okay, I get it,” she growls in exasperation.
Two hours, and so many bags, later finally we walk out of the shopping center. I haven't missed how much she has struggled to buy more than one outfit at a time. Once in the car I point at the box on the dashboard. “That is yours.”
Leila leans over to kiss me. “You shouldn't have…” She stops as takes out her new cell phone.
“You're sure I can have one?”
The hell?I blink a few times before realizing I haven't replied to her. “Of course. Elena’s number and mine are already in it. It's time to fill that contact list and have a life.”
“And you'll be part of it.” Her voice is barely audible but I heard her. I can't tell her I've always loved her, it'll freak her out.
One step at a time, no rush,I remind myself.
I drive backto Ferdinando's manor as Zack motions to a few guards to help us with the bags. When Elena sees how many bags we have she bursts out laughing. “I told you.”
“You're not funny.” Leila giggles. “Next time I'll make sure to follow your advice.”
“Wise girl.” I wink at her, making her blush. I head upstairs as Leila follows me. I close the door as she sits on the bed.
I've emptied my pockets on the nightstand and strip off my shirt. “I feel like we need to talk.”
“I'm sorry.”
“What for?” I peer at her but she doesn't know what to say. “That's what I was talking about. I don't want you to apologize or ever have fear of me, Leila.” I sit next to her. “I know you haven't told me everything and I want you to. I want you to be yourself and live your life, do whatever you want to do without asking permission.”
“But…”
I shake my head as her eyes meet mine. “No butts. I want you to be happy.”
She hugs me tight. “I'm trying to and I don't want to disappoint you.”
I caress her head while she sobs. I know this change won't happen tomorrow or in a day or two. It'll take time. “The only way to disappoint me is for you to close in your shell and let the past mark your present and future.” She nods at me while sheds her tears away. “But baby, those tears are one thing I don't want to see anymore.”
The light, sweet kiss she deposits on my chest makes me feel like I'm burning from inside. Millions of jolts scatter over my skin and I'm wondering what it would feel to claim her, make her mine forever. I've always cherished the little memories we've had and even though nothing happened between us, my soul knew she was the one, and now she's here.
I've askedElena to take care of her and make her shine. Not that she needs all that girly stupid shit, she's gorgeous the way she is, but I know she wants to feel immaculate. At least that's what she said.
My family cufflinks are the last thing I pick up before wearing the jacket. Another look at the mirror to make sure the red pocket square is in place as I pick the velvet box with me and walk out the room. Ferdinando is chatting with Alex and Zack as I pat his shoulder. “I've never been a fan of red.” I chuckle.
“You may change your mind.” He nods behind me as I turn around. Leila and Elena are walking toward us and, yeah, red is definitely my favorite color now. Leila's beauty is breathtaking and the dress looks superb on her.
“Tell me it's not too much.” She pauses in front of me as I shamelessly drool over her.
Ferdinando clears his throat, making me realize I'm making a fool of myself. “Nothing is too much on you.” I hold my hand out and make her swirl around. “Actually something is missing.”
She shows me the heels she's wearing and fuck me, they'll be stuck in my head all night. “I have them, no worries.”
I smirk at her as I turn her around. “Those are so fucking sexy on you, but…” I whisper in her ear as I place Mom's necklace around her neck. “This is something of mine, it was my mom's favorite.”
She touches it as looks over her shoulder. “Thank you,” her red lips mime.
I brush my lips with hers as I take her hand. “Everything for you.”
