Page 38 of Catching Feeling

Before I even have the chance to answer, she squeals, plucking a box of candy from the shelf and turning to me. “My favorite. I will physically fight you over a SweeTart.”

That’s exactly who Vivienne is. Sweet as fuck when she’s dripping on my tongue, but tart and prickly the rest of the time. Good thing I like it both ways.

“I only like the red ones.”

“Well, good because I like them all except the red ones.” She chuckles. It’s obvious she’s changing the subject, but it did get pretty heavy in the middle of the grocery store.

“Now that it’s settled, we need granola bars,” I tell her and grin when she shakes her head enthusiastically.

“Yes! And cereal.”

It feels oddly… domestic walking around the grocery store with Viv, and I can say it’s something I never imagined doing, but fuck does life have a way of surprising you.

“Shit,” she mutters when we get to the cereal and she stands on her tiptoes, trying to peer at the top shelf.

“What?”

“There’s only one box of Cookie Crisp left, and it’s pushed all the way to the back.”

My gaze moves to the top shelf, and sure enough, the box is butted against the very back of the shelf. Stepping forward, I try to reach for the box, but it’s just out of my grasp, even with my height.

“Ugh,” she groans, a small frown on her lips. “I need that Cookie Crisp, Reese. Need.”

“You and your affection for breakfast food,” I tease. “C’mon, get on my shoulders and grab it.”

She cuts her gaze at me, blinking. “Uh, no. We’re in the middle of a grocery store.”

“So?”

Her gaze darts from one side of the aisle to the other like we’re about to be caught doing something we shouldn’t be, and I want to laugh.

“You scared, Viv?”

“Of course I’m not scared,” she scoffs.

My shoulder dips. “Prove it.”

Another scoff, followed by an eye roll, and my grin only grows. She’s never backing down to a dare.

That much I know about her.

“I don’t need to prove anything. We’re in the middle of a grocery store full of people. It’ll cause a scene.”

“If you’re scared, then just say you’re scared, babe.” I’m goading her, but I know it’s working, judging by the way her jaw ticks and her gaze on me narrows.

Her eyes flick to the shelf, then back to me, and she rolls her eyes again. “Fine. But only because I really fucking want my Cookie Crisp, Reese. Not because of your stupid dare.”

“Sure. We’ll go with that.”

I round the cart, walk over to where she’s standing, then crouch down, and in one swift motion, I’ve got her on my shoulders with my hands wrapped around her thighs to steady her.

She yelps, and her fingers fly to my hair, threading through the strands as she holds on.

“Reese! Don’t you dare drop me.” Her thighs clench around my head, and fuck, I wish it was because I was on my knees between them with my tongue buried in her pussy.

I chuckle, shaking my shoulders and making her grip harder. “Have some faith in me, woman. I could legit hip-thrust your entire body and not break a sweat. Have you seen these thighs? Catcher thighs, baby.”

Her entire body shakes as she giggles, and it’s fucking infectious.

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