Page 62 of Summer Haze & Tokyo Craze

"Barbara." My grin is less forced now and my shoulders sag the slightest bit in relief. I tilt my head at him, forcing myself to sound cheerful. "She sounds sexy."

"Oh, hell no. I mean, her husband obviously thinks differently, he worships the ground she walks on, but she's something like an aunt to me." He shakes his head, and I burst into laughter. “And I donotwant to think about her sex life, so let’s change topics.”

"Maybe I should get you this one." He points at a skimpy dress that I think is supposed to represent a teacher and I roll my eyes at him. “You’d look sexy in it.”

"You can look all you want," I say and pat his shoulder and shake my head slowly, "but I am not getting a costume here. Because firstly, I’m sure none of them fit, and secondly, that's boyfriend material."

"Boyfriend material?" He cocks his eyebrow at me and I nod.

"Yup," I confirm and cross my arms in front of my chest as his gaze drills into the side of my head.

He takes a breath and opens his mouth like he wants to say something but closes it again before a sound leaves his lips, and we continue on like this conversation never happened.

We keep making our way through the aisles slowly, and he continues to point out costumes that catch his eye, although I think calling them costumes is a stretch. Some of them only consist of strategically placed leather straps that don't hide a thing.

But then we get to the guy costumes and now it’s his turn to watch me swoon over them.

"Wow." I whistle lowly as I take in the very first shelf. From floor to ceiling, it consists of all kinds of uniforms – and hunky men showcasing them.

"You could be a sexy fireman. You certainly got the muscles for it." I point at the costume, then poke his bicep, chuckling and feel him flex under my touch, rolling my eyes. Men.

"I would also be a sexy policeman, I will have you know." He grins.

"Didn't think you were that much into role play," I tease him, and he shrugs, a sheepish expression washing over his face.

"It's fun, but I don'tneedit," he clarifies, quickly schooling his expression. "I'm also down to just fuck in fun costumes. I don't need the role play."

"Of course you are." I grin and shake my head at him.

We continue on and I breathe a sigh of relief when we leave the costumes behind.

As we pace the other floors, we find the most ridiculous and also the most interesting stuff, including a lot of dildos that make me question my faith in humanity. And how they would even fit.

"Seriously? People can get these inside them?" I ask, not sure whether to feel amazed or shocked as I look at a tentacle creation that's almost as wide as my head and as long as my forearm. Holy shit.

"What the—" Adam comes closer, sounding just as shocked as I am when he takes a look at it over my shoulder. "Do you think they actually do? I’m sure that would do some damage."

"I mean, otherwise they wouldn't have it here, would they?" I raise my eyebrow at him. “Or do you think it’s just decoration?”

“I don’t know. I think – oh.” His eyes grow wide and he points to a little sign to my right. “There’s a disclaimer. Not decoration.”

With wide eyes, I shake my head and turn to continue. But as we walk on and I see more and more dildos with shapes varying between little eggs and fucking monstercocks, I’m overwhelmed. I might want to get a new little friend here, but I don’t even know where to start looking.

"You know what?" I finally say and look at Adam, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "How about you pick one out for me?"

"I—what?"

"Pick a dildo for me." I break into a grin. “No monster shape, though. Please.”

"I'm not loving the idea."

"Come on, Adam! I need some new toys, and who better to pick one out than the guy I'm currently sleeping with? We can have some fun with them before we fly back." I wiggle my eyebrows at him, noting that his expression softens at my suggestion.

"Well, you got a point. Let me see what I can find."

Suddenly, he seems very eager to find the perfect toy, his smile that I’m not even sure he’s aware of making those adorable wrinkles in the corners of his eyes appear. Before I can even specify what I’m looking for, he's already in the next aisle, so I just let him do his thing.

Whatever he finds, I’m sure I’ll love it.

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