Page 108 of Foreplay on Words

“Happy now?” he sighed loudly.

“Still better than the hat,” I laughed as he made a face at me over the car’s roof. “Oh, poor baby, I’m making you go out in public without your hair done,” I teased. My own messy bun was probably chaotic. I was sure pretty much any Walmart had seen much worse than our unkempt appearances.

“You’re mean,” he pouted.

I rushed around to his side of the car and pinched his butt. “That’s why you like me.”

I took off half-jogging across the parking lot, and he chased after me, landing a hard smack to my right butt cheek as he caught up with me. “Alright, feisty...behave. We’re in public.”

“Since when has that stopped me?”

“Let’s get what we need so we can get home.” We were both tired, but at least we had each other to stay entertained on the car ride.

“Yeah, yeah.” I followed him along as he pushed the cart through the produce section, filling it with various fruits and vegetables.

“What kind of meat do you want?”

I grinned as I eyed his shorts and wiggled my eyebrows.

“Okay, nympho, focus. Pork?”

“Oh my God,” I giggled as I leaned against his shoulder.

“Can you pull your head out of the gutter and tell me what you want?” he sighed loudly.

“I could...” I shrugged, “But I won’t.”

“Sausage?” My giggles returned, and he rolled his eyes. “Obviously, I’ll be grocery shopping alone from now on.”

“Fine. Fine, I’ll be good,” I told him as I tried to quit laughing.

“I doubt that. But I’ll still feed you my meat anyway.”

I kept the suggestive comments to myself for the rest of the trip through the store—aside from my commentary about the slightly curved zucchini he put in the cart. Most of the things in the cart were healthy, and I realized that my usual writing snacks were missing.

“I’ll be right back.” I wandered toward the aisle with the chips on one side and the candy on the other. I grabbed my usuals, returned to the cart, and dumped the packages inside.

“You can’t be serious.” He looked down at my additions with wide eyes and a disbelieving look.

“Hey, I can’t be held responsible if Fanny goes a little crazy because I don’t have my Twizzlers.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine without them,” he insisted as he picked up the package and stepped away from the cart.

“Put down the snacks,” I warned. You do not come between a girl and her candy stash. That was just not okay.

“But these are garbage.”

“Don’t care. They’re mine,” I shook my head as I reached for the packages.

“You’re impossible,” he sighed as he shook his head.

“You mean impossibly awesome. Now step away from the snacks. I don’t judge your phallic snacks. You leave mine alone.”

“Phallic snacks?” he laughed. “They’re carrot sticks.”

“If you want to put tiny orange dicks in your mouth, then you can’t judge my Twizzlers.”

“Fine. Keep your junk food,” he conceded. “Now you’re definitely going running with me.”

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