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“The professor’s the soul of discretion,” she assures me. “But if we’re caught like that on our first time out together….”
I know what she means. And that radioactive fallout is getting closer by the minute. I can feel it.
I think we both can.
“C’mon,” I urge her. “Show me around town. Take me grocery shopping,” I suggest, determined to enjoy ourselves no matter what comes from all this.
“We can fill up both our pantries and maybe we can cook up a storm for dinner?” I ask, but May’s already fretting, I can tell.
“Hey, it was your Dad’s idea to take me on a grocery run, right?” I reason with her.
Glad when she finally yields. Smiling and relaxing again. “You’re right. That he did,” she agrees.
“But easy with those kisses,” she’s quick to add. “What if it was Dad that happened by just now?”
I bite my tongue, and to keep her happy, I agree to her new terms and conditions.
No aggressive kissing in public.
Our little run-in with the Professor just now affirmed my feeling that small-town eyes and ears are always connected to big mouths.
“Say?” I ask May once we’re in her car again, me being squashed up so much, she kindahasto drive the damned thing.
I wouldn’t be able to drive it if I wanted to. My knees are almost around my ears.
“Is there like a lingerie store or something in town too?” I ask her, not kidding around, but she thinks I’m teasing her somehow.
“I think there is, but I don’t thinkthat’swhere you wanna be seen hanging out, is it?” she asks me, easily navigating her way through the quiet streets.
Looking more at home than ever with small-town life.
Maybe I could get used to being here. It’s the one place she seems most at home because it’s all she’s known.
“I’ll keep it in mind for future reference,” I explain, fishing for my phone and deciding to check those messages of my own while May drives.
I make the mental note that she’s gonna need a ready supply of all things underwear. The memory of tearing hers off is still fresh enough in my mind to remind me that I wanna make it a regular thing.
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
May
I think it must be my imagination.
Gotta be.
Nope…. Everyone’s staring at us.
We’re nowhere near touching, and I definitely don’t have a sign around my neck proclaiming I’m no longer a virgin.
But once I notice how everyone’s looking at us in the grocery store, I also notice them all looking up.
Brandon.
I keep forgetting a man his size in a town this small. He’s gonna turn heads.
But as quick as folks are to stare and gawp, they’re just as fast to look away, especially when they lock eyes with him.
“Grab whatever you need, whatever you want. For your place, too,” Brandon smiles at me, looking like he’s feeling the strain of not being able to touch me already.
