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“I’m sorry, dear,” he said as the crowd at the end of the aisle parted for us, a sea of agape mouths and wide eyes.
“No, I’m sorry,” I insisted.
“We really shouldn’t fight,” Mason said distractedly.
His eyes were glancing at the doors that lined the back of the department stores. He hurried us past the bathrooms, the breakroom, the returns section. Behind us the entertained shoppers, no longer entertained, were going to back to their as-scheduled day.
“No, no, I hate fighting,” I agreed.
I nearly yelped when Mason suddenly pushed me into the dressing room. I stumbled back on the bench as he fumbled with the lock of the door.
“Baby,” I said as I spread my legs and let the kitchen towel fall to the floor, “I really think you need to look at that sex addiction pamphlet I brought home.”
Mason’s eyes flashed darkly as he advanced on me, fingers at the button of his jeans.
“Shut up. Right now, I have other uses for that mouth.”
