Ryan's POV ( Shopping)

Sherry and I entered the gas station.

I noticed her look around, clearly on a mission.

"Take whatever you need, " I told her softly.

"I will take a look first," she replied, making her way to the women's section of the store.

I followed behind her, trying to be helpful. "What kind of underwear do you need? Thongs, boy shorts, bikini briefs?"

Sherry rolled her eyes. "I can handle it, Ryan. Thanks for trying to help, but I don't need you to pick out my underwear for me."

I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. " I didn't mean to help or anything. It's just that I don't want to be here all day."

She suddenly stopped on her way towards the underwear section as she noticed the lipstick bay.

As Sherry perused the different options for lipstick, I found myself getting increasingly uncomfortable. Imagining her trying on different shades and textures of lipstick made me feel like a voyeur.

"I don't know how you can stand looking at all these lipsticks for so long," I said, trying to mak