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“Coffee sounds great!” she said, wiggling her hips as she fit back into her skinny jeans, taking a moment in the mirror to smooth out her hair, make sure her makeup hadn’t gotten smudged at some point. “Looking like this is exhausting work; could definitely use a pick-me-up.” She was half-serious, half-joking, always straddling the fine line between confidence and arrogance.
Ivy smiled as her boyfriend rattled off their endless list of possibilities–still got an unreasonable, stupid amount of butterflies every time she called him that, by the way, it was actually pretty ridiculous–her ears perking up at Silas’ last suggestion. She furrowed her brow, “‘Green stuff?’” she repeated, grabbing her stack of yes’s (much bigger than the no’s) and exiting the stall with a confused look on her face, trying to think back to what kind of gre–
“Ohhhh,” Ivy nodded her head slowly, trying not to be too obvious as she finally caught on but, unlike her brother, she kind of missed that class in school on teenage rebellion and honestly wasn’t all that smooth. Her heart rate quickened slightly at the thought; letting loose, breaking the rules, doing something bad. “Eager to corrupt me, are you?” she narrowed her eyes, teasing him, when in truth, she was probably just as eager–if not more–as Silas was.
“Oh yeah? Being so hot is tiring, huh? Imagine how the rest of us feel!” He smiled as she came out, happy to stand up because it meant one step closer to escaping this retail hell. Not the fun kind of hell, either. The purgatory kind surrounded by clothes.
“I’ve already corrupted you, in a few ways,” he reminded, leaning down to kiss her, taking the yes pile from her arms so he could ease the load while she put back the things she didn’t want. It was quite the load. “If you recall your other birthday gift.” It was all he would say, squeezing her side as a reminder with his arm that wasn’t carrying the load of clothes. “So this is just another addition... to the continuing, ongoing corruption.” He did get a thrill out of things being new, new to her, and them. He hadn’t had many firsts in a while, so taking her down with him, along for the ride, was turning out to be great so far.
“No pressure,” he assured her as they exited the shop, sighing dramatically like he hadn’t taken a breath in months. “That’s better! Fresh air!” He steered them towards the coffee joint, adding, “but if you wanted to, we can. Later tonight, or whatever... whenever. Just.. a thought. Unless you have any other ideas you want to throw out there.” He paused, smirking as his mind filled. “Any other corruptions you’d like to partake in.”
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