As soon as I emerge from the dressing room with my shorts back on I quickly notice a tent in Jarrod's shorts. He must have noticed I noticed (as he wasn't even bothering to try to hide it) as he told me that he was surprised how easy I could bring him to desire. He then asked me if I'd wear my new outfit on Christmas at his parent's. I agreed happily.

Jarrod and I then went to pay. As we finally headed out of the store he asked me where I'd like to go next as we only have two days left before we leave for our trip.

"Well seeing as how this is our first time leaving Jackson with a babysitter I don't think we should be gone too long, but seeing as how we're already out I think it'd be nice if we went somewhere to get you a new outfit too." I said smiling at the thought.

I proudly walk with the firm tent in my pants and my arm around Camilla’s waist. When she suggests to get an outfit for me too, I ask: “What do you think would be more fitting, a smoking, a suit, or a semi formal winter outfit, could be a sweater and jeans or dress pants if you like?”

We walk towards men’s clothing stores…

Rachel's POV

Meeting Kate for Valentine’s Day was even more emotional for us, now we were engaged.

We took each other's hands as tears streamed down our faces. After wiping them away, we kissed and travelled to our restaurant.

Kate was worried about Samantha. Her relationship with Thalia wasn't looking too good. Kirsty had managed to convince her girlfriend to have a Valentine’s date (in the hope she told us that the atmosphere might help)

'I wish she could be happy' Kate continued as she relayed this story, tears running down her cheeks. 'It sucks so much'

I tenderly wiped her tears and we began to eat

Anna's pov:

As I continue to wipe William's tears I see his face quickly start to flush. Although extremely happy he is letting his guard down enough for me to take care of his tears I also feel a mix of guilt for making him feel so embarrassed.

It was just then William spoke up as a smile started to cross his face. He told me that since he has overcome his embarrassment and given me his tears he hopes I can do the same without feeling bad.

"I promise I'll try, but it's going to take me a bit. I mean I know how much you truly love me and want nothing more than to show me off, but it's just a self confidence thing that may take me a bit more time to work through." I say hoping my confession is enough for him.

As we walk, hand in hand, checking outfits in apparels, I ask Camilla: “Do you like any of these? I guess if I chose your outfit, I guess you should choose mine, what would you like to take off me after Christmas Eve?” I smile at her as we look into each other’s eyes, not expecting a young girl in her teens to lose balance and firmly land one hand on my outer thigh and her other hand on Camilla’s outer thigh (as we were facing each other, sideways from the apparel).

My old instincts of exercising, added to my learned instincts in Krav Maga, allow me to flex my muscles in time to prevent them from giving in and jiggling (I think had I not been actively in Krav Maga, she might have caught me by surprise).

I wonder if Camilla’s sexy thigh resists the unexpected impact or gives in and shows an extremely sensual jiggle…