Page 77 of Text Me Baby One More Time

“We had burgers last week. I’m craving p…”

In my peripheral, I watch as she clenches her thighs together, anticipating the word leaving my mouth.

“Pizza.”

She releases a frustrated sigh. “God, it’s hot in here,” she says, playing like she wasn’t waiting for me to say pussy.

Don’t worry, Denny, pussy is definitely still on the menu for tonight.

“Does this mean we’ll be eating back at your place?”

“Yep.”

“Do you mind if we stop at Smart Shoppe first? I want to grab a few things.”

“I already bought your coffee creamer,” I tell her.

Her mouth drops open but she quickly snaps it closed.

“Well, I need other things. Besides, it’s rather presumptuous of you to assume I’d be staying the night again.”

“You are. We both know you are.” I glance over at her. “Like you’ll give up a night of snuggling Steve.”

“Excellent point.” She flips on the A/C, and I know it’s because she’s wound tight about our plans for dinner—well,myplans for dinner. “I’m still mad you wouldn’t let me bring him.”

“You’re lucky I’m letting you anywhere near him after you tried to steal himtwicelast week.”

She crosses her arms over her chest, putting her breasts on display.

“I would have gotten away with it the second time if he hadn’t peed in my duffle bag.”

“He peed because he was getting kidnapped and was terrified.”

“He gets his dramatics from you. You owe me a new bag, too.”

I laugh. “You tried to stealmydog and I oweyoua new bag? Keep dreaming.”

We pull into Smart Shoppe. The event tonight was local, so the drive isn’t much compared to last week…or next, which she has no idea is three hours away. We’re also slotted to leave last.

She’s going tolovethat one. I’ll tell her later.

“Ugh, I should have changed before we left. I look ridiculous,” she grumbles as we walk through the parking lot. “Oh god!”

She steps in a puddle then almost drops back into another one.

I grab her hand, stopping her before she can get her other shoe wet.

“What?” She peers down at our joined hands then back up at me. “Are you trying to hold my hand?”

“Don’t be gross, Den. No. I’m trying to save you from stepping in yet another puddle.” I tug her closer to me. “Come here.”

I face away from her and bend my knees.

She just stands there.

Glancing over my shoulder, I roll my eyes. “Well, hop the fuck up.”

“What? I amnotriding you into the store.”

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