Page 65 of Tank’s Weakness

Almost our entire relationship has happened behind closed doors. In the privacy of my own home. Then this morning happened. I woke up with Tank holding me, spooning me from behind.

At first, we spoke quietly back and forth. I told him that I had errands to run, and he offered to come with. Turning him down never even crossed my mind. We got up, showered, then went out for breakfast.

The server asked us how long we had been together, and before I could formulate a reply, Tank answered her. He told her that we had been together for a couple of months. When she winked and told me I was lucky, I responded by telling her I know.

Which I do.

Everything with Tank feels easy and right. Like this is how a relationship is supposed to be.

“You okay?” he asks, shaking my hand lightly.

“I am. I was actually just thinking about how nice this is.”

He looks down at me and smiles brightly. “Yeah? You think so?”

“I do.”

“Me too.” He smiles.

When we step inside, he drops my hand, making me miss his touch instantly. He grabs a cart and begins to push.

“Do you have a list?” he asks.

“Yeah.” I pull out my phone and open the app I use to track things. “Let’s start at the back of the store.”

“What’s first on the list?”

“Toilet paper, cleaning supplies, and tin foil.”

Nodding, he pushes the cart. When we hit the toilet paper aisle, he turns toward me.

“What brand do you like?” he asks.

“I’m a Charmin girl. What about you? Do you have a preference?”

He shrugs. “Not really. I just buy whatever I see first typically.”

I shake my head as I grab a package and drop it in the cart. “That’s crazy talk. Everyone has a preferred brand.”

When we get over to the cleaning supplies, I quiz him again.

“Okay, what scent do you like?”

Confusion fills his face. “Scent?”

I nod slowly. “Yeah, a lot of cleaning supplies come in citrusy smells like lemon and orange. Others use more herbal ones, like lavender. Some companies even do woodsy scents or like fresh linen, which, if you ask me, doesn’t have a smell. Which do you like?”

“Damn, who knew this shit was so complicated?” he mutters quietly.

I tip my head back and laugh.

“Such a guy,” I tease.

“I’m all man and you love it.” He smirks, making my cheeks heat.

“Pick a scent,” I demand.

Seriousness crosses his face. “Probably citrus. I’m not big on flowery shit. It makes me want to sneeze. If I wanted to smell like grass or trees, I would spend more time outside.”