Dion's pov

I stop in front of his place a bit earlier and ring on the bell.

He is mad at me because he is not fully ready.

"That's the whole point." I kiss his cheek.

He blushes stunt. "Well ... But i wanted you to see me when I'm ready and look good."

"You already look beautiful."

"Just wait. Get something in the kitchen."

Instead I follow him.

"Dion." He whines.

"I'm just watching you." I'm pressing on the door as he does his light make up in the bathroom.

"Now you know I have make up on."

"So?"

"So you know I'm not beautiful."

I frown and grab the wrist where he holds his brush. "Don't say it.

You are."

"I'm not."

I kiss him passionately. "don't say it again." I warn him and grab the make up.

"You are not using this " i throw it to the bin, "i can pay you what ever it caused you but don't put it on."

I grab his hand and walk him to the hall.

"We are ready to go."

"I don't have my bag "

"You don't need money." I smile. "Or phone. I want us to be together."

"Dion."

"Shoes." I give him a pair.

"This doesn't go with my outfit."

"But i like them. They go with you eyes."

He puts the shoes on.

I grab his keys and push him out the flat. Then lock it and leave the keys on me.

"You are controlling again." He says.

"Not controlling.

I'm just taking care of you. I mean well "

He stays silent.

"Who told you you need to wear make up?" I take his hand.

"W-what? No one "

"Then don't wear it." I unlock my car.

"But i like how it looks."

"You don't look prettier with make up on if that's what you think.

I like your bare face way more."

I open the door for him. He looks at me.

"You do?"

"Yes. Get in." He sits on the passenger seat.

He is smiling to himself.

"Which color of suit do you want?" I start the engine.

"I told you I don't want any ." He gives me a look.

"So you don't need a suit. Maybe for your herrings."

"I will just order something online if I do."

"You think I can't afford to by you a suit?"

"I know you can. But i can't.

I don't think people should look richer than they are.

It's confusing."

"Hm." I smirk. "Okay. Then I will buy you something else."

"Can you at least text Asa I'm with you?"

"Why? Will he call the police on me?"

"He's gets pretty over protective of me."

"Right. He's older. I'll text him after we arrive."

"Or you can give me your phone and I'll do it."

"Nice try " I smirk.

"What? Do you have something I can't see there?

Did you two text about me?" He raise a brow.

I bite my cheek. "Stop teasing.

I'm just ... In case."

"In case, hm. Okay. "

I have a lot of things about him in my phone. It would be embarrassing.

We stops in front of the shop and I take his hand.

"In public?"

"Why not?" I shrug.

"But people ..."

"What? Let's just go." I smile and enter the shop.

I know the owner and the tailors there.

We get our couch with champagne and changing room in front of it.

They take my measurements as Caspian watches us.

"You can try these, sir."

"Thank you " i take the suit, "Caspian. Help me change?"

"What?"