Somehow, the thought of Derek picking this out just for me makes my stomach flip right on over and I use his encouragement to try it on as a good excuse to hide the flush of my cheeks, turning away slightly to shrug into the heavy leather and tugging it around my torso.

"I met a guy who just got here who's really into wine," I explain, glancing over briefly as Derek inspects the label of one of the bottles. "He helped me choose a few. He'd actually love to meet you himself so I'll try to introduce you sometime."

The jacket feels incredible and I hold my arms out in front of me, admiring the way it clings, how it makes me look almost sexy. When I look up again, Derek's smiling and, despite myself, I feel my cheeks go warm again. "I don't just look stupid in it?" I ask, feeling dumb the second the words are out.