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My heart swells so big I fear it’ll burst.
You’ll be impossible to forget too, Banks.
I hope I survive.
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Banks
“Catch.”I let an orange fly across the banana display.Sara turns just in time and catches it. “Oof. I thought that was going to end badly.”
She drops it in the cart.
“I don’t want that,” I say, walking to the cart and plucking the fruit out.
She takes it from my hand, looking at me sternly, and puts it back in the cart. “You have to buy it now. You can’t just bruise the fruit and let them sell it to someone else.”
“Ugh. You are no fun. You’re like shopping with my mom.”
She rolls her eyes and pushes the cart down the produce section. I walk behind her so that I can watch her ass.
I’ve given my brothers a lot—a lot—of shit about discarding me for their women. I stand by my objections. Because I didn’t know any better. But now … I get it.
Maddox is cool and all, but being with Sara … I whistle through my teeth.
She looks over her shoulder and grins. “What are you doing?”
I pick up a cucumber. “Just thinking about how I’d like to be inside you right now.” I look at the vegetable. “I’ve never realized how sexual a grocery store really is.”
She shakes her head and keeps pushing.
“Want to take this home?” I ask. “I can think of really good uses for this.”
“Put it down, Banks.”
I sigh. “You are so much more fun at home.”
She stops at the tomatoes. “Because when you’re in public, you have to behave.”
“That’s what’s wrong with society. Everyone is worried about behaving. What about having fun?” I nestle my face in the crook of her neck. “What about kissing your girl in the fruits and veggies?”
She leans her head to the side. “I can get down with that.”
I press a kiss in the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. “So you’re also going to get down with me calling you my girl?”
“Don’t push it.”
She tries to walk fast so I don’t see her smile, but she fails. I see it. I see it and it makes me hard as a rock.
The grocery store isn’t as busy as it was the last time I was here. The apples didn’t need a traffic light and the cheese case wasn’t the setting for a PTA meeting. Really, when there’s no one here, it’s kind of nice.
“So what are we going to eat?” she asks, turning down the meat aisle.
“Aw, look. It’s Jess’s chickens’ cousins.”
She smacks me. “You’re awful.”
“It’s funny. Admit it.”
