Amanda grasped the handful of jeans she had slung over her left arm as Derek dragged her through the department store.
"What if we get caught?," Amanda whispered to Derek as he continued to pull her through the racks of clothing.
"We won't," Derek replied, smiling back at her.
Amanda sighed, letting him lead her toward the fitting rooms.
It was a dreary Sunday morning and Derek had suggested they go pick up some new jeans. As they browsed through the denim selections, he grabbed her hips, whispering in her ear that he wanted to fuck her in the fitting room.
At first, she laughed off his brazenness, assuming he was being playful. As they turned the corner, fitting rooms in sight, Amanda decided this was no joke.
"Come on, babe," Derek whispered, encouraging Amanda to walk faster. His blue eyes, full of mischief and passion, glinted back at Amanda. His eyes are what first caught her attention when they met last year. Even through the dim light of the bar, his blue eyes captivated her. She remembered tightening her grip on her drink, afraid to breathe.
Derek had always been a thrill seeker. Amanda was not. He was constantly forcing her out of her comfort zone, challenging her. She found herself following him blindly, somehow knowing that no matter what, he'd keep her safe. Today was no different.
Derek stopped a few feet in front of the fitting rooms and glanced around. Amanda did the same, still gripping the jeans with nervous fingers. She didn't see any employees. She felt her heart begin to race.
Derek pulled on the knob of the first fitting room. It was unlocked. The beige door swung open toward him. He turned to face Amanda, smile plastered across his face. Blue eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Get your beautiful self in there," Derek replied. He motioned with his hands for her to hurry up. Amanda felt powerless when she was around Derek. She would cave to his every request.
"I don't know," Amanda replied hesitantly. Her feet remained planted on the dull blue carpet. She whipped her head back and forth anxiously, sure they were being watched by someone.
"Babe," Derek whined, "no one is watching. No one cares. You look so sexy. I can't wait another second. I need you."
Amanda felt her cheeks flush.
Derek always knew what to say. He was always building her up, making her feel sexy. This was the first relationship she'd ever been in where her partner was constantly admiring her, appreciating her, loving her. She never wanted it to stop.
Amanda took a deep breath. With one last reluctant look around, she headed into the fitting room, Derek hot on her tail.
