Angela’s POVAfter a bit, I ducked into the fitting room with an armful of clothes. The first pair of jeans fit perfectly, and the soft beige sweater hugged me in just the right way. When I stepped out to check the mirror, Aaron looked up from his phone.He blinked once, then twice. “Yeah,” he said, his voice a little rough. “That’s the one.”I raised an eyebrow. “You said that about the last outfit, too.”“That’s because they all look good on you,” he said, and I swear I saw the faintest blush creeping up his neck.I laughed, shaking my head. “You are terrible at this, you know that?”“At what?”“Shopping.”He shrugged and stepped a little closer. “Maybe. But I know what I like.”The way he said it made my breath catch. For a second, I completely forgot we were in a store.“All right,” I said, maybe a little too quickly, turning back to the mirror. “I’ll take this one. And maybe two more tops.”Of course, by the time we were done, he had carried every bag to the counter before I coul
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