Page 71 of Scandalous

“I think the better question is, what sounds good?” I ask as he pulls out of the driveway and heads toward the little grocery store just down the road.

Santi tilts his head to the side and hums. “What about some breakfast tacos? Some scrambled eggs, chorizo, black beans, and of course cheese with a corn tortilla.”

“Oh!” I clap my hands. “We could totally add some thinly sliced red cabbage for a little crunch. Avocado would be good if you like that. Then we can grab a couple of different hot sauces.”

“My sister would add cilantro, but the guys and I aren’t fans.”

I wrinkle my nose. “Yeah, I’m with you on that. I avoid eating soap if I can.”

Santi chuckles as we pull into the store. “I feel the same way.”

As soon as he puts the car in park, I open the door and get out. Santi shoots me a glare as he rounds the hood of the car.

“I wanted to open that for you,” he says as he rests his hand on my lower back.

“Sorry, I’m just so excited.” I clap my hands together, making him smile.

We head into the store, grabbing a cart along the way.

“You know, I would say we should make our own tortillas, but I think we will need to save that for another time,” Santi says as he grabs a bag of corn tortillas.

“I would love to, but I don’t know how,” I admit.

“I’ll teach you.” He leans down, kissing my temple.

“I’d like that.” I bite my lip, trying to hold back my squeal.

He wants to cook with me again before we’ve even done it once.

How freaking sweet is that?

“You with me?” he asks, pulling me out of my thoughts, eyebrow raised.

“Of course.” I nod.

We head down each aisle, grabbing what we need and grabbing a few extras.

“Should I be jealous over the way you’re feeling up that avocado?” Santi teases.

“Hush. I just want to make sure they are perfect for this.”

“Do you need to feel up the red cabbage, or can I grab that for you?” He points over his shoulder.

“If you can, that would be great.”

With the avocados picked, I push the cart over to Santi and he places the cabbage inside.

“Anything else?”

I look down at my list on my phone and see everything is checked off. “It looks like we’re good unless you think we need to grab anything else?”

“Do you think we’ve grabbed enough hot sauce?” he teases.

“Har. Har.” I roll my eyes. “Seriously though, we good?”

“I think so. Let’s check out and head back to your place.”

I melt when his hand finds mine as he pushes the cart toward the front of the store.

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