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Congratulations.
It's done.
And I'm officially a college student.
I jump to my feet.
Brendon gets to his.
Wraps his arms around me.
It doesn't feel like a platonic hug.
But it feels too good for me to complain.
Chapter Twenty
Kaylee
It's well past midnight when I finally float down from my high. I'm not sure exactly why I'm buzzing. If it's mostly because of his arms around me or if it's mostly nerves about school.
But I don't really care.
I need both.
So, when Brendon offers to take me shopping for school supplies, I jump. Insist we do it on a day I know Emma works.
It's not like I'm desperate to get him alone.
Not at all.
I grab Brendon's wrist as we step into Macy's.
We turn to the right, past the shiny shoes. Through the wall of perfume—I have to turn to my side, to face him, to avoid scents in my nose and eyes.
Past the makeup counters stocked with forty-dollar foundation and twenty-dollar lipstick. The kind of stuff Emma brags about buying with her employee discount.
Right to the handbags.
Huh?
"You have a Louis Vuitton obsession I should know about?" I tease.
"Who?" He raises a brow.
I point to the designer bags to our left. They're iconic. Brown with a tan logo.
Brendon steps forward. Checks the price tag. "Fuck. Really? For that?"
Several hundred dollars for a scrap of leather is obscene. But, hey, what do I know what it's like to have money? "You never spend on something you don't need?"
"Need is relative."
