Fell In Love With My Roomy Chapter 84

I try on five more dresses, but I'm not happy with how I look in them. Something always seems off, and it triggers insecurities I didn't even know I had. Kent seems to think they all look great, but I don't feel a connection with any of them.

I pick a new navy dress from the pile. It has a flowing skirt and a subtle pattern. The straps are just right, and the neckline sits comfortably below my collarbones. The back is slightly low, but not too revealing; it doesn't go too far down my back. It's just perfect.

I take it off the hanger and step into it. The zipper goes up most of the way. When I look in the mirror, I check out my chest. I might need some boob tape. At least I'll be able to keep things simple for dinner with his parents.

I open the dressing room door, and each time I do, I feel nervous. I'm not sure why because he's already assured me that he doesn't care what I choose. But the way he looks at me each time makes my stomach churn.

"Wow," he exhales and leans back in his chair. I nod.

"I like it too," I say, glancing at myself in the mirror, hands on my collarbones. "Do you think it will still work for tomorrow?"

"Yeah, absolutely. Are you kidding?" He asks with a smile, and I have to smile too, feeling a bit embarrassed. "It looks fantastic, honey," he nods, and I bite my lip.

"All right, I guess that's it," I shrug. "I'll change, but first, I need to go get some things to wear this dress properly. But you don't have to come along. I can manage it on my own and meet you later," I insist, shaking my head, and he pouts.

"I'll come, no problem," he shrugs.

"No problem," I answer, feeling nervous.

"What do you need to buy?" He's even more puzzled, and I sigh.

"Panties, boob tape, and pasties," I reply, arms crossed. "I'd rather run this errand by myself."

"You don't want me to go underwear shopping with you?" He teases, getting up from his chair and walking over slowly. His large hands grasp my waist, and I can hardly breathe. "Juls, I'm pretty sure they sell all that stuff here." He smiles and whispers. "If you'd rather be alone, I'll wait for you in the lobby."

"Okay," I smile, feeling my cheeks flush. "I'll go take off this dress and then get the rest of what I need," I say and lean in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before returning to the fitting room.

When I step out, Whitney is waiting for me, and I hand her the dress I've chosen.

"Oh, it's beautiful! I knew you'd pick that one," she's thrilled. "Is there anything else I can assist you with? Shoes?"

"I have shoes, but what I really need is..." I glance at Kent, who just smirks. "Could you get me some underwear?"

"Of course, feel free to come along," she chuckles.

She takes me to the underwear section, and when I see the array of intimate items on display, my jaw drops.

"Are you looking for something to wear with the dress that won't show?" She asks, and I nod. "I have just the thing in mind." She smiles and shows me the tiniest options on display. I've never had anything so small, but maybe I should consider it. "Maybe you should get something for your boyfriend too?" She suggests, and my cheeks heat up.

"No, I don't think so," I reply, even though I'm tempted, speaking in a hushed voice. But I need to be mindful of my budget if I have to pay for these items. "I also need tampons and breast tape."

"If you like, I can go grab those for you while you browse."

"That would be great, Whitney, thank you," I smile, and she quickly heads off. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and when I check it, I see that Kent has sent me a text.

KENT [4:37 PM]

I roll my eyes as he says, "I'll pay for it, get whatever you want."

ME [4:38 PM]

"You're not going to buy me underwear."

I pick up a small black G-string and nod, then grab a second one in a neutral tan color. When my phone rings again, I check the message.

KENT [4:39 PM]

I see it as an investment for the long term.

I chuckle, and my stomach starts to feel warm. He's quite the smooth talker.

"Okay, I've got what you need," Whitney sings as she returns with a roll of tan tape in a plastic package and a sheet with two silicone circles. "Find anything else?" I show her the underwear as proof, and she nods. "These are so comfortable; it'll feel like you're wearing nothing."

"Good, that's what I'm looking for," I laugh, and she nods.

"Do you want me to show you something else?" She grabs my arm and asks. "You can tell me if it's not your style, but I think it would look nice on you if you try it on." She leads me to a rack of bras. It's a lovely black lace one, but not very practical. "It's got a nice deep-V shape and is see-through, but I doubt Mr. Chavez would mind. It would go perfectly with the black pair you're holding."

"......I suppose," I reply with a nod. If I put that on, Kent would lose his mind. It's just the right fit.

"What's your bra size?" She inquires.

"A 34C," I answer, and she smiles and nods. My bra size has changed over the years, but this is where it's settled now. It's just right. They used to be too big and hurt my back. They're perfect now.

"Do you want me to get it for you?" She asks, and I purse my lips.

"Okay, why not," I give her a shrug, and she smiles and fetches it from the rack.

She leads me to the cash register where my dress is waiting, and Kent joins us from the other side of the lobby.

"What did you get?" He asks, and I just shrug.

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with," I whisper, and he chuckles and rolls his eyes. The cashier wraps the intimate items in tissue paper before placing them in an elegant bag. Kent's eyes widen, but I simply nod. He appears to be trying hard to keep his composure.

Nonetheless, he takes out his credit card and pays for it without much fuss. I thank both Whitney and the cashier for their assistance. I take the bag and the dress, which is now in a garment bag.

"What on earth did she give you?" As we step through the doors and out onto the street, he asks.

"You let me say anything I want," I shrug, and he takes my hand and takes the dress from me. "If you play your cards right, I might show you mine." "On you?" He whispers something that sounds hopeful, and I smile.

I whisper back, "Maybe." "Do you want to see it?"

"I'd give up a kidney to see it," I laugh when he gives a rather earnest response.

"Who were you talking to on the phone just now?" I look up at him and inquire, and he grins.

"That's a surprise," he replies. "It was a friend of my parents, but I have something to show you after dinner that will surprise you."

"But you've already surprised me," I mumble.

"Yeah, I understand," he whispers as he plants a kiss on my forehead. "But this is the last time I'll see you for a while, so I want to make the most of it." I smile when he exhales. "Now is my chance to make things right with you and enjoy our time together. Let me create some special moments for you."

"After this, it will feel like an eternity," I say quietly. "Even though it's only been a few weeks. At least I won't be too far away if I end up at Northwestern. It'll be challenging to be so close and yet feel so far away."

"My life's story," he tells me and shakes his head. "I think there are some things we can do in the meantime, though. For instance, how would you feel about sharing the same bed a few nights a week?"

"I'd be all for it if you think we can keep that a secret from Mark and Kyle," I say quietly. "We'll do our best until January."

"Deal," he sighs and wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close as we walk home.