Chapter 183

The next, and they promised last, two stores for you were to buy you some more casual clothes that you could wear out on day-dates. This was where they actually started to argue a bit - not in a nasty way or anything, but their casual styles differed more than what they liked for a more formal you.

They ended up splitting the difference when Sabrina said they should just buy both ideas. And you weren’t allowed to say anything about it. So you ended up with some new shorts and shirts, and a couple of light sweaters for cooler days.

By the end of it you were hauling around a half dozen bags between the three of you, but both of them were very happy and lovey with you as you all went to the food court. They did, in fact, allow you to buy them lunch and you all sat down at a booth together with the bags of clothes on the empty booth seat next to Sabrina.

“Something wrong, love?” Gemma asked you when she noticed you looking off for a moment during the conversation.

“No,” you said, looking back to them and smiling. “Just thinking.”

“Oh, shit,” Sabrina sighed. “Baby, if we were too pushy today I’m so sorry. We should have asked your opinion more.”

Gemma got a pained look on her face as well. “God, we were total snooty bitches, weren’t we? You didn’t pick a single thing for yourself.”

“I- That’s not it, but kind of is,” you said. You reached across the table and took one of each of their hands in yours. “I was just thinking that I don’t know how much longer I can keep up the act that you two aren’t way out of my league. Believe me, I like all the clothes. I still don’t think I needed the shoes, but whatever. I just- I feel like I should have been able to pick clothes that were attractive to you. And I’m just having a kind of self-deprecating, imposter syndrome moment. I can’t believe I’m dating both of you.”

The girls glanced at each other, and then Gemma was leaning across the table to kiss you while Sabrina kissed the side of your face rapidly, then down to your neck. When they pulled back Gemma stayed leaning over the table. “John, I love you. I don’t love you because of or despite your clothes, or your style. I love you because you make me laugh, and you make my pussy tingle every time you do something sweet, and you make my heart flutter every time I see the way you look at me.”

“And I love you because you are the most understanding, earnest guy I’ve ever met who also happens to give me warm butterflies in my gut when you flirt with me, and you just know how to push my buttons like no one has even guessed at before,” Sabrina said.

You were flushed and smiling, but laughed a little sadly. “I- Thank you. I love you both too. And hearing that is like angels singing. But I still feel like I should be more to deserve you. What that woman from the first store said earlier is true - I’m the luckiest guy in the fucking world.”