JACOB POV

I watch Rebecca stand nervously in

front of a Dior branch boutique, her brows scrunched as she fiddled with a stray lock of her hair that seemed to enjoy bouncing in the wind. My hands link with hers before I stare at Chen and she nods before walking in, ahead of us.

"Why're we standing outside here and not going in?" Becca asked me and I smile down at her.

"Chen is clearing the place"

"What?" She stuttered, her mouth forming into a perfect O shape that has my groin tightening. A flashed image of us in Aspen mountains makes me grunt out too. Becca, kneeling in...