The Bastard's Little Shopping Date

We both didn't say a word to each other, until he pulled over at the owner's reserved parking space at one of the most expensive clothing stores in the city.

I only knew this place, because Jas talked plenty about fashion and updated me on what clothes were in trend and which weren't.

"Hey, this spot, won't you get in trouble for using it?" I asked, while getting out of the car.

"Don't worry your head over this," he answered, marching over to me, with his hand in his pocket and his phone stuck to his ear.

Right.

"Well, let's go in and..."

"Wait." He interrupted, pulling his fist out of his pocket, he leaned in, "Before we go in, there's something we must do."

"Yeah?" I raised a brow, we were already in public so he couldn't slap a collar on me. Though I doubted he would be shameless enough to even try that.

Without sparing a single second, he cupped my face in his hands and pried my lips apart.