For Everything by Rae Spencer

Lily. He had known the moment she had woken and allowed her to move out of his arms. The light shone on her face, she looked lost, sad even. He took a deep breath, walking toward his room. “Lily.”
    She jerked. “Yeah.” She hadn’t heard him come out of the room.
    He stopped before entering his room, turning toward her. “Want to go get some breakfast?”
    “With who?” She asked.
    He extended his arms, pointing to himself. “Just me.”
    She couldn’t help but giggle, no more than she could hide her surprise, “You and me.”
    “Yeah, you and me.” He smiled at the surprise in her voice and on her face. “I’m hungry.”
    She smiled. “Okay.”
    “Why don’t you get ready?” He walked into his room.
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    They went to a little café and had some breakfast and light conversation. Clay didn’t bring anything up and she enjoyed his company.
    After they finished, he had the car stop at a store. He wanted to get something, so she browsed around, waiting for him.
    A cute low-cut shirt caught her eye. She inspected the shirt, shrugged as she put it back on the rack.
    She felt him before he spoke, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders. “Why don’t you try the shirt on?”
    She tried to pull away from his touch. “No, thank you.”
    His fingers tightened on her shoulders, keeping her in place. “Why not? You like the shirt.”
    “To look at,” she murmured, “not to wear.”
    He glanced down at Lily, wondering, “You don’t wear things like that at all. How come?”
    She shrugged. “Are you done?”
    He sighed, loudly, his hands moving off her shoulders, “Yes, but I would like you to try the shirt on.” He took the shirt off the rack, holding it out to her.
    “No,” she muttered.
    “Why not?” He looked down at the shirt, then over at her.
    “I don’t want to.” She turned, taking two steps away from him.
    He felt her agitation, could see her defenses were up. “You never wear anything low cut, even your gowns come up to your collarbone, why?”
    She shook her head. “Can we drop this conversation please. Do you need something else?”
    “I would like an answer,” Clay snapped.
    Lily flinched. “I don’t wear clothes like that.”
    “Yes, I know,” he said, “I am asking why.”
    “Because I choose not to,” she snapped, walking away from him.
    She stopped by the baby section. She didn’t enter, but stood quietly watching a young woman with her baby girl shopping. She smiled, the familiar sadness engulfing her. She had always wanted children.
    “Do you want one?” his hands again came to rest on her shoulders.
    She rolled her eyes. Why was he following her? “No.” 
    He looked over at the baby, then down at her. “Really? You love children, you can’t take your eyes off the baby?”
    She smiled softly. “I do, as long as they are someone else’s. And you Clay, do you want children someday?”
    “Yes,” he said, watching her face, “I do.”
    She bit her cheek, she understood.
    “You ready?” he asked.
    “Yeah.” She smiled one last time at the beautiful baby, before turning away. His hand settled on her waist leading her out to the car.
    They entered the suite and Clay walked to his room to get ready for his appointment. Today the band was meeting with the producer for their next album and she was supposed to go shopping again, but she didn’t want to.
    She walked down to his room, calling his name.
    He walked out of the bathroom, surprised to see Lily in his room. “Yeah.”
    Her eyes skimmed over him, he didn’t have a shirt on. He was bare to the waist, and her dusky eyes ate him up. “Would it be a problem if I skipped shopping, I have a headache and would like to lie down.” She twisted her hands together.
    He glanced at Lily, choosing to take her at her word. “Yeah sure, I will tell the girls.”
    She sent him a grateful smile, forcing herself not to look at his chest. She turned walking toward the door, “Thank you.”
    “Lily,” he took two