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“All parents are judgy assholes. That is not groundbreaking.”
I rub the back of my neck. “Well, I think we have some ways to, uh, stave off the immediate ordering of our breakup.”
Her warm brown eyes narrow.
“Just a little makeover, is all,” I mutter. “For the game.”
She scoffs.
“You don’t have to changehowyou dress…” I make a face. “You just have to change how expensive the clothes are.”
Her eyes bug out. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I can’t afford?—”
“Kitten, I amnotsaying this is going on your credit card.” I tilt my head. “Don’t you want to spend some of my parents’ money before they act like witches toward you?”
She considers that. Then, slowly, her lips curl into a smile.
CHAPTER 23
BRIAR
Three shops later,and all I left with is a complex.
I know it’s not that Thorne thinks Ineeda makeover, but it still makes me feel like I’m not good enough or something.
Which to his parents, I’m likely not.
It’s no surprise by any means, but it’s still offensive if I think about it.
“Thorne, I look stupid.”
He grins, and I want to rip the stupid tennis skirt from my body and throw it at his feet.
“Fine, grumpy cat…”
I stand near the dressing room and watch as he pursues the racks of some high-end store that I’ll never be able to afford with my art degree—at least according to my parents.
“What about this?” He comes back holding a black miniskirt, a maroon sweater—that matches the color of his jersey—and a black puffy vest that has a price tag hanging from the zipper that makes me do a double take.
“Remember this is my parents’ money,” he reminds me.
I sigh and snatch the clothing from him and pop back into the dressing room.
I’m half-naked when he moves closer to the curtain. His shoes peek from below, and his voice sounds like he’s inside here with me.
“What are your parents like?” he asks.
I straighten the skirt on my hips. “Normal, I guess.”
He chuckles. “What’snormal, kitten?”
My cheeks ripen with heat. That nickname doesn’t seem cute anymore after he used it during our quick fuck session. I don’t know if it was because I’d taken something to enhance everything—which I’m still beating myself up for—or if it was because it washim.
Either way, hearing his raspy chuckle makes my stomach twist.
“Uh…” I pull the sweater over my head.It’s so soft.“They’re your typical, hard-working middle-class family. My mom is a receptionist at a doctor’s office, and my dad makes cabinets for a living.” I glance at the price tag again. “They are by no meansrich.”
Thorne sighs loud enough for me to hear. “That sounds like a dream.”