Romance Madness At Grocery Store

The rest of the walk felt like my pulse was in my ears. Every time her arm brushed mine, I had to stop myself from dragging her into another kiss right there.

By the time we reached the grocery store, I’d almost convinced myself to cool it, almost. But the automatic doors slid open, and she was suddenly beside me again, leaning in close like the shelves were hiding our secret.

She grabbed a basket, her fingers brushing over mine when she passed it to me. “You’re acting all calm now,” she whispered, the corner of her mouth twitching.

“That’s because we’re in public,” I murmured back, letting my eyes linger on hers for a beat too long. “Doesn’t mean I’m not thinking about it.”

She smirked and drifted down the snack aisle, deliberately swaying her hips like she was trying to make me lose it. I trailed behind, tossing things into the basket without even checking the labels.

When she bent down to grab something from the lower shelf, she glanced over her shoulder just enough to meet my eyes