“Tell me you haven’t kissed my brother and I’ll make these three leave you alone.” Emma purses her lips, daring me to lie to her.
My cheeks heat. “I can’t do that.”
“I fucking knew it!” Evelyn slaps my arm.
“Youkissedhim? Like on the mouth? With tongue? What are we talking about here?” Willow fully turns in her seat, staring at me for the explanation.
“Oh my gosh. Do any of you know how embarrassing this is?”
A chorus ofyesesresound around the car.
“Fine. We’ve done everything but sex. I’ve kissed him on the lips, with tongue, and on his…”
“Cock?” Violet so sweetly offers.
“Yes.” I shrug away from their eyes.
“But no sex yet?” Evelyn clarifies.
“No. It feels too… intimate, I guess? I mean I just lost my husband, like, six months ago. Isn’t it too soon to be dating?”
“It’s whenever you want. Whatever is right for you. Trust me, none of us have the perfect story. All of us have our own tragedies and imperfect moments. Do what feels right for you.” Violet hugs me from behind.
“Yeah, don’t stress about it. Cooper is head over heels for you. He doesn’t need to tell me that for me to know. That boy does not hide his emotions. Ever. Never has. Whatever he’s thinking is written all over his face. And he is down baddddd for you.” Emma gives me a little info on him.
She parks outside the boutique and Evelyn unbuckles her seatbelt, but doesn’t get out. “We are going to make sure you look irresistible tomorrow night. Come on!”
The four women hop out of the car and I’m left reeling in the backseat trying to get my mind around whatever is happening. Between Aggie and the girls, I’m feeling silly for thinking it wouldn’t work.
Before I can even look at anything I have everyone tossing clothes in my direction and the owner directing me to a dressing room with a glass of champagne.
Champagne that I quickly realize I will need.
Mixing and matching the outfits that the girls brought me, trying to mix my style and sexy isn’t an easy feat.
I finally step out in a pair of flared jeans with a simple black cropped tee with wedge sandals on my feet.
“Oh, yessss. Yes. Yes. Yes. Immediate purchase.” Evelyn slaps her knee to emphasize.
Emma is shaking her head. “Nah. Black isn’t it. She needs a color. A bright pop of color. Purple.” She takes off into the boutique returning with a lavender tee.
I’m sent back in to change and re-emerge in the purple.
“Yup. That’s it.” Violet and Hazel nod their heads in agreement with Evelyn and Emma.
“You need these too. To be sexy when he rips that outfit off you.” Willow hands me a deep plum lace bralette with an elongated torso, and matching boy shorts. “The bralette will probably peek through under the tee at the hem. you’ll drive him absolutely insane. Trust me.”
Being sent back in for my third trip into the dressing room, I slip off my comfy cotton granny bra with holes, and slip on the lace bralette. Of course Willow was right, and the scalloped edges of the bra peek out from under the hem of the basic tee.
Emerging once more, I’m met with four slack jawed women.
“Buy that now.” Emma nods furiously and so do the others.
I turn to stare at myself in the mirror, trying to tug the shirt down over my exposed midriff. “You guys, I had a baby. I don’t think I’m meant to wear crop tops.”
“No. We don’t do this in Hazel’s slice of heaven. Here we are confident. Here, we wear what we look sexy in, not what we feel comfortable in, we’re going to push the comfort zones.” Willow holds my shoulders as she stares at me in the mirror. Holding my gaze while she makes sure I’m listening to every word.
“We wear what we feel sexy in.” I repeat.
