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"I don't need it right now. You wear it," I tell Clara, handing her my jacket. She's hesitant and I lean across the car, wrapping it around her. She wraps it around her and I button it, the two of us getting out of the car. I lead her through the rain into the restaurant, her hand holding mine. My arm wraps around her and she curls into my side, my happiness with her clear. I'm finally with her.

I've got Clara as mine.

"What would you like?" I ask, kissing her forehead. She tells me and I nod, ordering for both of us. We go sit at a table and I immediately tell the manager to make sure no one takes pictures. He understands and asks people to not take pictures. I keep a close watch on Clara, making sure she doesn't get uncomfortable. But I keep looking at her lips.

Fuck did that kiss make me crazy. I lost all my senses after she kissed me back and it became all I want to do. It scared me I'd scare her. Clara is just...she's the most beautiful person I've met in a long time and the fact she's allowing me to be with her after her internal debate yesterday makes me so happy. I have her.

I take her hands and kiss her fingers, my eyes watching her closely. She shyly looks up at me and I smile, holding her skinny fingers close. The sight of her alone makes me so happy, but her in my jacket makes my heart pound.

"You okay?" I ask, her head nodding. She looks around and I look at what she's staring at, my jaw clenching at the girls taking pictures of us.

"Can you guys stop?" I ask, and they just look at me. I get they're shocked I acknowledge them, but they run over to me and start asking for pictures.

"I'm sorry girls, but I'm on a date," they say, and I know they're about to pass a rude comment so I stand and grab Clara's hand. I tug her in front of me and wait at the counter, deciding to take the food to go.

"I got you," I whisper in her ear, kissing her cheek. We get our food and go back out to the car, the two of us eating in there. She's cute; my eyes admiring her as she eats her sandwich and gets mayo beside her lips. As she licks it away, it makes me smile at how cute she is and she flushes. I finish the sandwich and put the trash back in the bag, my eyes watching her finish the sandwich.

"Do you want to shop at all since we're here?" I ask, her head nodding. We go out and I hold her hand, her body moving in front of me.

"I really want to go somewhere," she says, her lips curving. I smile down at her and she tugs me into a store, her eyes looking at stuff I don't even know. Then Clara is asked by a worker what she's looking for and I listen, hearing make-up in there.

She looks at the colors of things, and she turns to look at me. "Do you think these colors would look good on my eyes?" she asks, closing her eyes. I glance at the colors and then her eyes, knowing already she'd look so good.

"You look good anyway," I tell her, her cheeks flushing. But I take it and hold it, telling her to get whatever she wants. She looks at me and her jaw drops, my lips curving.

"Trust me. You get what you want," I say, her hands grabbing mine. I lean down and she surprises me when she pecks my lips, my initial target her cheek. But I'll happily take her little pecks of kisses anytime.

She grabs something similar to what she had before, and I let her get whatever she wants. I don't mind buying her things, as long as I get her trust and affection in return.

"I really like this one," she says, looking at the spiral brush. It's the eyelash one; the only thing I remember from when Gemma told me about this stuff.

"You gotta show me what you do with this stuff, 'cause I have no idea," I say, her smile beautiful as she laughs. She nods and I take her to the checkout, buying her what she wants. We go to other stores and I take her to one of the stores I like, her hand staying in mine.

"Do you, and don't get bothered by this, need any bras and stuff?" I ask, just making sure she has what she needs. I know how shy she still is with my mom and sister, and she doesn't ask for anything, so I just want to make sure she has what she needs.

"I-I only have what I need. Two bras and a week and a half's worth of panties," she tells me, and I frown. She deserves more than that.

"Then we'll go where you want to get that stuff. We can keep some at my house too," I tell her, her body facing mine. She looks up at me and then behind me, my body swiveling to see paparazzi.

"Shit," I groan, walking her to the back. We go into a fitting room and I sit down, Clara sitting on my lap as I call a few of the bodyguards. I tell them where we are and within ten minutes, they're here. I lead Clara out and she walks with me into Victoria's Secret, my hands settled on her waist as she picks out panties.

"Hello, do you need to be sized?" a worker asks her, my eyes looking down at Clara. She nods and takes off my coat, her arms moving out as she's getting sized. The size is told to her and I don't mind at the small size. I've always been more of an eye kind of guy. She's gotta have good eyes.

"Can you hold this for me?" she asks, holding the basket of her panties to me. I nod and lean down as her fingers grab my cheeks, her lips soft as she kisses me.

"Thank you so much," she whispers, my eyes looking down at her.

"Anything, Clara. No worries," I tell her, her peck making me smile. She's so simple but so effective.

She looks at a few of the bras and I think about her in them, my heart starting to race. I bite back what I want to say, wanting her to show me how they look on her. Then she turns to look at me and I wrap my arm around her waist, her eyes looking up at me.

"You gotta kiss me for this," I tell her, making her laugh. Then she happily accepts my kiss, her lips always so soft and the kisses chaste. She's so perfect in my eyes.

"I've never been so happy," she tells me, the two of us in the corner of the store. We're alone and I only pray nothing goes out so viral it will hurt her. I've already made sure she's private on social media and even at that, I'm hesitant.

"That's all I want," I tell her, her smile growing.

She pecks my lips one last time before going to this check-out, my hands now holding her Sephora and Victoria's Secret bag. I'm proud to.

I take her back to my mom's house and she takes the bags up to the room, my mom hitting my arm.

"You have made her so happy. What did you do?" she asks, my lips curving.

"God, mom, I don't know. I just...she's amazing," I smile, looking up at the room. She can't see me and I can't see her, but it's the feeling. I'm the happiest I've been in months.

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