“Just eat the cupcake and say thank you.”
“Thank you.” I took it from him and immediately swiped my tongue into the frosting. “Mmm.” I hummed. “That’s good.”
We took a seat at one of the tables and Dean bit into his cupcake.
I giggled when he set the cupcake down and there was a dollop of icing stuck to the end of his nose.
I reached across and swiped my finger over it before licking the icing from my finger.
Dean’s eyes flashed a darker shade of green and I shivered.
Something stirred in the air between us.
It was strong and unbridled.
I quickly looked away, breaking the temporary spell that had been cast over us.
Dean cleared his throat and shuffled in his seat.
We were quiet as we finished our cupcakes and then left the shop.
We walked side by side down the street and I ended up dragging him into a cute little bookshop.
The shop was small and decorated in warm colors that made you want to snuggle into a large chair with a cup of coffee and a good book.
I scanned the shelves, looking for anything that sounded like I might actually make it to the end of it. I didn’t have much of an attention span.
I ended up grabbing a fantasy book that sounded action packed. Surely I wouldn’t grow bored with that.
The store boasted a table of pencils, pens, journals, and other miscellaneous items. I picked up two of the journals and tucked them under my arm along with the book. It was only the third day of our trip and my journal was nearly filled. I’d been writing in it a lot. Not to mention all of the pictures.
I spun around and couldn’t find Dean, but then I spotted a small archway that led to a backroom. I poked my head through the doorway and sure enough there he was, along with a huge pile of Manga books.
“Looks like you found something good,” I commented, pointing at the stack of books by his feet.
His head snapped up and he closed the book he’d been looking at. “Oh, yeah.” He grinned and bent to pick up the stack. “Have you finished looking?”
I nodded and held up my lone book and journals.
His smile widened. “Think you’ll make it past page one?” He joked.
“I’m going to try.” I shrugged.
Dean followed me into the larger room and over to the register. There was an older gentleman sitting behind the counter on a stool.
“Hi,” I smiled pleasantly as I set my stuff down, “is this your store?”
He nodded and slid my items closer so he could enter the prices into the register. “Owned it for over thirty years.”
“It’s a wonderful place,” Dean piped in behind me.
The man flashed a grateful smile.
“This seems to be a lovely town,” I said, rifling through my backpack for my wallet.
“Did you move here?” The man asked, giving me the total.
I handed him my credit card. “No, sir. We’re on a road trip. Just passing through.”