That was literally the most dramatic shopping trip of my life.
Like… who even runs into their ex-crush in the lingerie section, and then almost dies of embarrassment while holding pink lace? Me. Of course it's me.
We finally walked out of the store, Ian holding all the shopping bags in one hand like it was nothing, like he wasn't carrying half of Walmart in there.
Parking lot lights hit his face just right, making him look all model-y for no reason.
"Thanks, Ian," I smiled, soft but trying not to make it a thing.
He side-eyed me, smirk tugging at his lips. "Anything for my girl."
Excuse me?
My girl??
And there it was. That stupid line that somehow made my chest tighten and my stomach flip.
I get it now. I fully get it. Why girls are literally glued to him all the time. Why they're orbiting him like he's the sun.
Does he talk like this to them too? Or is this just for me? Ugh. Why am I even thinking about that?
