132: Making out with the third Brother

SCARLETT

If Blake’s face was the last thing I saw before I dropped dead, it’d be more fulfilling than eternal peace.

He was unbelievably beautiful, crafted from something ethereal and rare.

“Are you going to keep staring at me subtly through that mirror or do I get your stamp of approval on these shades?” Blake asks, breaking into a smile that steals the air right out of my lungs.

I stutter at first when I try to speak, then I take a deep breath to gather myself.

“There’s absolutely nothing you don’t look great in and that’s unfair,” I whine instead of simply telling him those shades make him look like a vogue model, he doesn’t get a compliment after making me lose my ability to breathe.

He laughed, heartily before taking my hand and pulling me out of the store, making my skin tingle until we walked into a clothing store that was littered with designer dresses and shoes alike. The price tags on them made me think my brain was jumbling up the numbers.

Attendants lined up and chorused t