I rack my brain trying to remember if she mentioned anything about shopping last night but, to be honest, I was pretty distracted by how amazing her tits looked in that red dress of hers that I love.
I pass by the jewelry store and briefly consider stopping in to pick up the cherry blossom charm I have on order, but I know Skye won’t be in there and right now, getting my hands on her is my number one priority.
What I’ll do with her in a crowded mall, I have yet to decide.
Frustrated, I pull out my phone again and fire off a quick message.
Ben: Have you been to the doctor’s lately? ‘Cause I think you're lacking some vitamin me.
Skye: Lame. I expect more from you.
I snort, knowing that’s far from the truth. I’m well known for my cheese factor. It’s one of the things she likes most about me. The other being my dirty mouth, but she’ll get more of that later.
Ben: You’re right, tell me where you are and I’ll make it up to you.
Skye: You don’t think I’m going to make it that easy for you, do you?
“Excuse me.”
I glance up from the storefront I’m leaning against to see I’m blocking the path of an elderly couple. I move to get out of their way and throw them an apologetic smile, when I happen to catch a familiar figure turn into Watson’s Pre-Loved Books.
Long wavy brunette hair? Check.
Yellow sundress that she’s crazy for wearing in this weather? Check.
Worn leather jacket? Check.
Neon pink Converse? Check.
Game over.
4
Skye
I take a deep breath as I walk into the bookstore. There is nothing better than the smell of well-loved books and it’s one of the reasons I adore this store so much.
I nod to Mr. Watson, the grumpy owner of the store who looks like he hasn’t smiled in about thirty-eight years and give him a big grin. He never offers one in return and it’s become a bit of a challenge for me. I’m determined to get a smile out of him one day.
Alas, today is not that day.
The back of the shop calls to me, and I make my way toward the romance section. It’s tiny and is tucked away in the dimly lit corner surrounded by cardboard boxes and old signs
, which is testament to Mr. Watson’s disdain for the romance genre. But, despite this, I have found some absolute treasures in this shop, including a treasured signed E.L. James paperback. I still get tingles every time I think about that discovery, just like the good bookwhore I am.
I am running a finger along the spines when I hear my phone buzz. My smile is immediate and as I pull my phone out of my purse, I wonder how long it will take Ben to give up the chase. My shopping is done and as soon as I’m finished here, I’ll be heading home. He’ll have to dole out his punishment some other time.
A shiver runs down my spine at the thought.
Ben: Do you like science? Because I’ve got my ion you.
“Oh, God,” I groan out loud, questioning my judgment like never before. He is so freaking corny and yet I want him so freaking bad.
“Are you starting without me?”
He materializes from nowhere, startling me and crowding me, pressing me into the shelving so I’m surrounded by him.
Just the way I like it.