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I take a few steps as she leans forward and reaches for the box. It takes her a couple of tries, and she’s practically bouncing on top of my shoulders in the process, but finally, she nabs it.

“Got it!” she says between laughs as I pretend to sway, spinning in a circle. One of her hands is still fisted in my hair, the other clutching the cereal box, and then she smacks me in the fucking face with it.

“Watch it,” I growl, bringing my fingers to her inner thighs and tickling them. “Don’t play with fire unless you’re willing to get burned, baby.”

An older couple walks by us, pushing their cart, a knowing smile on their lips, and I lift my hand and wave.

“Young love. So sweet!” The lady smiles. “I remember those days.”

I can hear Viv squeak from above me, and then she’s tugging at my hair. “Okay, goods secured. Let me down.”

“Nah, I think I’ll just keep you up here with only a box of Cookie Crisp to defend yourself with.”

“Rude.”

Smirking, I bend slightly and lift her off my shoulders by her thighs, and her back slides down my front as her feet touch the ground. My fingers brush against her pussy by accident, and her breath hitches. Slowly, she turns to face me. Our gazes hold, and I watch her throat bob as she swallows.

We’re in a fucking grocery store, but all I want to do is pull her to me and kiss the fuck out of her.

A throat clears behind us, and Viv blinks, the spell suddenly broken.

We both turn to the hipster guy standing behind her. He doesn’t look the least bit sorry for interrupting us when he asks, “Is that the last box of Cookie Crisp?”

“All yours,” she squeaks, thrusting it into his hands and sprinting down the aisle.

Well, fuck.

9

vivienne

Not Your Valentine

“Hallie, I love you, but I am not going out to dinner with you, Lane, and Reese. On Valentine’s Day. You know it’s for couples. Love Day. Which means that sounds an awful lot like a double date of some sort, and I am not falling for that trap.” I shoot my best friend, who has obviously lost her mind, an incredulous look. “Nope. Not no, but hell no.”

Especially after… whatever happened during our grocery store trip. It was weird and made me feel… weird things.

But in a maybe I actually liked it kind of way?

Hallie groans. “You have to. Look, every day is basically Valentine’s Day with Lane, and I am tired of not seeing you. I miss my best friend, and I am using my best friend card.”

Sighing, I slide off my headphones and put them on the desk in front of me. We’ve spent the entire afternoon recording a new episode of Spaced Out, and I’ve been soaking in time with my girl.

She’s right. Life has been too crazy lately, and I miss her too. But I also know that going on even a “not” date thing with Reese is bad news. Things have been surprisingly… good between us. We’re almost like friends now, and I just do not want to fuck that up in any way. Even if he did almost kiss me in the cereal aisle.

I’m pretending it never happened.

Just like I’m pretending the night at my dorm never happened either. Even if it’s impossible to forget. Because I still want to climb him like a tree, and that is a whole problem in itself. I’m horny, and I want to have hot, sweaty, rough sex with him.

And I cannot.

To be honest, I’m not even sure how I’m resisting him at this point. He never wears a shirt. It’s like he has a strong aversion to clothes, and I’m obviously the one doing the suffering. I swear, he does it on purpose.

Walking around the house in those stupid sweatpants that sit low on his hips, with all his stupidly stupid muscles on display.

Last night, I may or may not have used my vibrator and thought about us the night I rode him.

It was a weak moment, and I’ve decided that it’s never happening again. I’m only looking toward the future.

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