Attempting to conceal my mental argument, I busy myself looking at the items hanging in front of me, feigning interest.
There’s a brief moment when I can feel him wrenching control away from me, and we both wind up trying to shout over one another. “Sabrina, -your mate’s- don't listen to -a dick!” Even better, being tongue tied results in me drooling a little and I have to hastily swipe away the evidence. "... him."
Not only did she see it, though, every single person in the store did. They’re all blatantly staring at us, the girl behind the counter red faced with her barely restrained laughter, and the other customers are biting their lips. Shooting them all a vicious glare, I wait until they return to their shopping to face her again.
Pretending to scrub her jaw, Sabrina wipes away her smile. “Ah, yes, I concur, but who can really blame them? The only thing dicks ever want to talk about is how lonely they are and beg you to play with them.”
Narrowing my eyes at her, I don’t attempt to respond, because I can still feel my counterpart pacing in the forefront of my mind. The absolute last thing I need is for him to make me look like even more of a demented jackass than he already has.
Chuckling, she rises up on her toes and kisses my cheek. "Bright side, at least I'm not embarrassed to be here anymore. Not like anyone's looking atme."
Boden shakes with quiet laughter and claps my back. "Use Sabrina as a bribe; works for me at least."
Trapped in a mental fistfight, I force my feet into motion, following them as Sabrina continues to explore the rest of the store now that she got what she actually came here for.
“Damn.” She flips a package over, impressed. “How have I never bought one of these before?”
Bo plucks it out of her hands before scoffing. “You don’t need to spend money on something to suck your clit when you have several people that would happily volunteer whenever you wanted.”
Waiting until he sets it down and urges her forward, I snatch it on my way past, slipping it into the basket with a smirk. Sabrina catches me, eyes sparkling with amusement.
“So that means I don’t need to bother with these?” She lifts up a set of soft restraints. “You know, since I have so many volunteers to hold me down.”
“That’s different,” he counters. “What if you’re not in the mood for group play time? I only have so many hands.”
As he tosses it in, she chuckles and turns my way. “You’ve been awfully quiet. Anything you want to throw into the pot for consideration?”
Mulling it over, I wander back the way we came with them following behind me. Finding what caught my eye earlier, I double check the size before grabbing a couple of things to add to the basket.
Sabrina wastes no time pulling them back out to inspect, furrowing her brow. “Socks?”
“Thigh high socks,” I correct. As she contemplates it, confused, I playfully tug the basket away from her. “Excuse me, but I do believe we’re in a no kink shaming zone. A topless Sabrina in thigh highs and a pleated skirt has starred in enough of my dreams at this point that I think it’s officially considered a fantasy.”
“Of all of the things in this place, at least this one is something I’m confident in being able to pull off,” she chuckles, leaning in to kiss my cheek.
Turning my face at the last second, her lips land on mine instead, and when she doesn’t pull away, tension bleeds out of my shoulders. Everything’s been so complicated and emotionally draining lately that even though it’s only been a couple of days, the distance between us has taken its toll. I expected the first time I touched her she’d flinch or freeze until she was able to rationalize away the subconscious resentment that she held against me.
What I wouldn’t give to be able to see into her head. While the rest of us may say we’re getting our thoughts in order, Sabrina’s out here with a complex filing system in a code only she can decipher.
“Sabrina...”
Reading my face like an open book, she claps a hand over my mouth. “Nope, no serious topics or heavy conversation for at least a day, remember? I’m happy because I choose to be, and that includes choosing you to be here with me. It’s seriously that easy, Damian.”
I don’t have a single reply, simply continue to study her face and try to make sense of how she can just move on without holding a grudge. But delving into it,tryingto make her hate me, or at least be pissed enough that she beats the shit out of me so I can tell myself that she got it out of her system would be for me, not her.
It’s the greatest punishment, having the person you wronged forgive you when you know you don’t deserve it. The guilt eats away at you, forcing you to become better in an attempt to make it up to them, yet you’ll never succeed since they aren’t expecting anything from you anymore.
You torture yourself in a quest for absolution that you’ll never obtain, because you can’t accept that anyone would give something as precious as forgiveness away to someone that hurt them without an ulterior motive.
With a soft smile, she pats my chest. “I’m not a liar, Damian. So when I asked you to trust me to take care of you the way I trust you to take care of me, I meant it. None of you are holding my mistakes over my head; I’m simply returning the favor.”
Without a backward glance, she heads off to catch up with Bo in the next aisle, leaving me reeling. It takes several minutes to collect myself before following, to process her words and put them somewhere I can accept. I owe her that much, though, and so much more. She broke her rule of not broaching serious topics because she saw that I was flailing and needed help. I can return the favor by getting my head on straight so that she has a chance to do the same.
Grabbing a massive box off of the shelf, Bo looks at it with a mixture of horror and respect. “Fucking hell, why do women even sleep with men when they have jackhammers at their disposal?”
“Aw, don’t be threatened. Consider it a performance enhancer. We only get to come once, so when we're tapped out, we can keep her in our beds instead of her needing to crawl into one of the others’.”
Turning it over, he shakes his head with a laugh. Looking from it to Sabrina’s face, he asks, “Is this seriously what women are after? If so, I thoroughly apologize for not completely obliterating your vagina; I’ll stop holding back from here on out.” He continues reading the back of the box before suddenly blurting, “There’s asurge warningon this thing. Might as well shove a taser up there at this rate.”
