Caspian's expression got brighter, stepping forward to take an armful of clothes when Lake didn't stop at one.
Soon, they were making their way to a dressing room with piles of clothes hanging off their arms, Caspian laughing contagiously.
Lake tried on the first top Caspian had gotten for him. It looked very out of place with his skinny jeans, and the bottom rode up higher than he thought.
He turned around when he heard Caspian's footsteps draw closer, the Omega pouting as he approached.
"A sheer lace top doesn't count as an outfit," Caspian protested.
The delicate white blouse only had a few buttons right at chest level, which meant that most of his stomach was exposed.
"I could say the same about this," Lake pointed at the clothes he had on, his tone light and teasing.
Caspian forgot about his complaints regarding his top, small hands resting on Lake's shoulders.
