*Beth’s POV*

The next few days were a whirlwind of activity as the boys and I prepared for our trip to New York. Rylan even took me on a shopping spree. It felt nice to pick out my own clothes, jeans, t-shirts, comfy items, and toiletries. I even tried on some sundresses.

When I walked out of the fitting room in a peach-colored low-cut dress, Rylan’s eyes went wide and traveled up and down my body.

“That, um, looks nice,” ...