Page 50 of Just for Fun
“Okay,” he mutters as he reads the screen. “Evie says to get this water thing, and Hayden gave me a name that sounds fancy and we’re probably not going to find it here.”
I love that he is still holding my hand while we navigate the aisles of the grocery store. It gives it this intimate feel that I didn’t know I needed.
“What kind of water?”
Kyle shrugs. “Micellar? Is that how you say it?”
I squint at his phone when he stops to show it to me. “I’m not sure. I’ve been using the same wash that my mom used to buy me when I was in high school.”
We continue walking until we finally found what hisgirl-friend, meaning she is a girl who is also a friend, mentioned.
Once he spots what we need, he grabs a rather large bottle off the shelf along with a bag of cotton balls.
“What are you doing?” I ask when he lets go of my hand, then proceeds to undo the cap and break the seal on the bottle. It is followed by ripping open the bag of cotton balls.
“There was a seal…”
“Eh, not like they’re going to expire if the bag stays open.”
I can’t even laugh at that because I am so nervous, my hands are shaking like a leaf. Kyle, completely unaware of my internal freakout session, takes a cotton ball out, squirts some of the micellar water on, then starts dabbing at my face.
His hand is incredibly gentle, and I can only imagine this type of care would be required in the case of an open wound or something similar to that.
“There,” he murmurs with one final dab to the side of my face. “You’re beautiful.”
I have this sudden urge to kiss him, and I don’t know what to do with it. Instinct suddenly kicks in. Lifting myself up on my toes, I wrap my arms around his neck, or do as good of a job of it as I can considering our difference in height. I press my lips against his, then in an even more brazen move, I touch the tip of my tongue to his bottom lip.
That is all the encouragement he needs as he wraps his arms around me while still holding the micellar water in one hand and the bag of cotton balls in the other.
“I love kissing you,” he groans in between open mouthed kisses. “I thought about you all night long…”
The more he talks, the more I wish we were in a different place right now. The middle of the store is not a good place for this.
“Come home with me,” Kyle begs, like he can actually hear what I’m thinking. “It will be so good between us…”
Alarm bells sound in the distance but enough for me to want to stop whatever is happening between us. I am overwhelmed by the flood of emotions inundating my entire body, making me feel a tad uncomfortable in between my legs. In fact, if I were home, I’d run to change my panties.
“What time do you need to be at work?” Kyle mumbles around another heated kiss.
The question finally gets my full attention, and now I understand why I was a bit alarmed when he asked me to go home with him.
I push at his shoulders until I can get him to stop kissing me, no matter how much I enjoy it.
“I have to be at work by nine fifteen.”
Kyle stares at me, unsure of why I would share that with him even though it is an answer to the question he just asked.
“What time is it, Kyle?” I shake his shoulders when he doesn’t say anything.
As if in slow motion, he takes his time switching the cotton balls to the hand that’s holding the micellar water, then he pulls the phone out of his pocket and finally checks the time.
“Eight forty-eight.”
“Oh my god!” I take a step back and slap both hands on my cheeks. “I am going to be late!”
“How late?” he asks as if we didn’t just have a lengthy conversation about how important being on time is to me.
“Five minutes,” I wail. “I’m never late! I’ve never been late, not even once in all the years I’ve worked there.”
