"So, are you going to change?" her eyes flicked over my clothes.
And leave her for minutes on end with the possibility that she might change her mind? Not happening. What were clothes but mere worldly possessions who added no value to a man's life. Clothes were mere vanity. What he was feeling in his chest could not be compared to having the audience of this goddess before me. Not even wild horse could drag me from her sight now that I was in it.
So, of course, my head shook vehemently. "No," I said, looking down my clothes for a second but still not caring about changing. "Where are we going?" I managed to ask through my tight throat as she kept shifting closer to me in the middle of the mall, people passing by us.
